so veddy lazy...

...it's not even funny.

Trying to get ready for this Christmas stuff & feeling like I have a BILLION gifts still left to buy. I think it's cause I usually end up finishing my shopping around this time. But this year! Hoo boy, this year was different. I was pretty much finished by the start of December. WTF.

I've branched out and in my lazy way, opened a buzznet account (http://emonkey.buzznet.com/user/). I'll update it one day.

Honest.

Just like I update this blog.

If I were any lazier, I'd be 400 pounds. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Buah ha ha. Shit.

So um, I'm doing lots of photography, some work at Weasel Central & trying to be a rawesome girlfriend. I'm succeeding at most of those things. Somethings not so much.
Right. I've been busy. Really busy. Doing. Stuff.
Like counting down the days to Boxing Day so I can go and buy a super cheap lap top that has all the bells and whistles I believe that I MUST have. NOW.

Okay. Gonna go and wrap some gifties.

Hope all y'all are doing okay.

xoxo
Ren

One Wild Child

It's just after 8.00pm and I'm heading upstairs to go to bed.
Yes. I am that rock n' roll.
And by "rock n' roll" I mean....fuckin' old.

G'night y'all.

I'll post something before the year is out.

surprise, surprise

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

Thanks for the link, Shmoop.

Oh so lazy

Whaddup?
I've been around with nothing to say. I've been doing lots, but I haven't felt like sharing it online.
Dunno why, cause it's not like any of it was super secret. In fact, it's all rather domestic-like.

Well, except for the trip to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary.
Awww yeah, baby.
Bigger, brighter, louder. That's what Vegas is all about.
That and drinks served in giant dragon holders. Um, yeah.

While I'm thinking about it:
Donate to any charitable organization you can.
Help your fellow human/animal.
The news is so heartbreaking on a daily/hourly basis. Geeze.
Let's hope it gets better before it gets any worse.

I'm so Eeeeeeeeeevill

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People.

Today some jackass decided to play upon society's paranoia and leave a mysterious little package in the Toronto subway system. Just pick the day that the world remembers what happened to our friends across the pond last week. We were told we could walk to further stops or wait to take a crammed shuttle bus. I voted to walk. I could use the exercise.

Turned out to be a false alarm...at least that what we were all led to believe.
Back on the subway, I watched people move around like nothing had ever happened. It was just another rainy, muggy Thursday and the work day was over.

I watched a woman dance in the aisle like no one was watching. She had her eyes closed and moved like she was listening to some good old school funk. Except she had no headphones on and there was no music in the subway car. Something about her movements was absolutely beautiful. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing. I tried to find something on my iPod to accompany her movements with, but just couldn't find the right song. She manged to get a seat and continued her swaying and subtle arm movements. And then suddenly, she opened her eyes and the dance was over. No one paid any mind to her except for me and a small girl standing nearby. It was almost as if that woman's dance was just for the two of us and no one else.

It was a beautiful moment right after a cowardly, ugly one.

People.

WTF

I was walking downtown with my best friend and I overheard this trenoid on her mobile:

"y'know just cause you have a gay roommate doesn't mean you're going to be gay".

Move over Dr. Phil...this gal's got it covered.

*Sigh*

Yeah. I'm still around. But like so many I know, I just don't have it in me to be blogging on a regular basis. Call it laziness, but heck, such is life.

Trying to settle into life with the gal in our little piece of heaven.
Trying to slow down enough to stop and smell the roses.
Trying to cram as much music as humanly possible on my iPod mini (yes, I am that much of a nerd).
Trying to justify my blogging hiatus.
And succeeding.

I'll be back before NHL hockey.

Oh what a surprise!

Awww yeah.

My girlfriend and best friend rock the mofo casbah.
They managed to keep me wonderfully distracted and threw me an early 30th birthday bash.

I was never a fan of surprises until now.
It was absolutely awesome!

A nice distraction from the chaos of packing/purging/purchasing.
Of course, today I realise that I have mere weeks until the scenery changes and I get a new 'hood.
But that's okay.
I had birthday cake on Saturday. That makes everything better, you know.

Lots of alcohol was ingested, laughs were shared, and hugs were doled out.
That's what life is all about.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a kitchen to pack up.

Surfacing

Yeah. I'm alive. Busy as all get out. But that's the way it goes, isn't it?

I don't know how much longer I'll be doing the Blog thing.
Not like I'm doing it all that often now, eh?

Got waaaaaaaaaaay too much on the go right now.
Things are changing and I'm rushing to keep up.

Heck, you know I'll be back.
I'm stubborn that way.

This is for the gal who lives upstairs...

You are nuckin' futs. Honestly.
Who wants to talk about condo politics at 11.15 at night?
And stop knocking on my door like the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
My heart can't handle that shit.

And when I tell you that I don't agree with your little friend's "political" agenda, don't ask me who I voted for at the condo meeting. That's just tacky.
Dumbass.
Oh, and while I'm at it, get rid of your dog, it's driving me crazy.
Stop ignoring the poor mutt and I'm sure he'll stop trying to claw his way through the floor into my warm, loving home.

Remember the school girl in "Kill Bill"? That's what this gal looks like. But crazier. Much crazier.

Nothing but fun for the whole family.

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American Idol

So last night I was watching the train wreck that is American Idol when one of the gals asked:
"Okay, so if you were on the show, what would your song be?"

And being the fancy pants we are, we all stated that we wouldn't be on Idol cause we still have our dignity.
But it turns out that if you press me enough, I will infact, on the spot not only tell you the song, but sing it to you.

Yes, folks. If I was a "contestant", my song would be "Loving you" by Minnie Ripperton.
Complete with that crazy ass high note.
It doesn't get any funnier than that.
I think I'd win with that song.

A Quick One...

Yes. I live.
Happy 2005, yo.

I am so very tired.
Too tired, really.
Big changes are afoot.

It's all rather exciting.
And terrifying.
All at the same time.

A real update to follow soon.
I promise.