I think I love Mackenzie Crook.

Gareth:(Talking about Tim) He's a weird little bloke! Look at his cartoon face and his hair, he looks like a Fisher Price man, and his rubbish clothes... it makes me think there's something wrong with you for a start but yet in my head I'd still do you so I'm confused.

Too funny.

Friday the 13th.

Only an hour to go and it's the weekend....thank goodness for that. Work is so blah. I've been such a little stress monkey all week. Things go wrong, I freak out--muttering obscenities, the works. I need time to chill. Last night I took a long walk & it was so unexpectedly nice. It could even become a habit. I took my winter coat, my gloves & a discman and headed outdoors to the lovely chill air. The sky was clear, the stars were out and everything was so peaceful. I walked for a good hour....straight down broadway for half an hour and then turned back. The stars were lovely...would have been more so if it weren't for all the lamp posts along the road. The sky makes me happy...and in a very corny way.

am so tired...

I am so tired. We had a "lunch & learn" today & I fell asleep....all about forms....and deadlines....and *snore*. Stupid printer is f*cking with me again....and that does not a happy person make. I'm ready to throw stuff. All I can do is drink some tea & crank up the volume on my discman....Blur-Sing...ah. Boo.

The Office.

"The thing is though, no one is dispensible in my book, yeah,....we're like one big organism, one big animal. The guys upstairs on the phone, they're the mouth....guys down here....hands." "And what part are you?" "Good question.....probably the humor."

--from the Office. Regional Manager of Wernham Hogg explaining to UK manager why he has not made any "redundancies".

The printer can kiss my shiny (?) white ass....

I f*cking hate our office printer...I guess the worst thing is that it seems to reciprocate that feeling. I am so angry right now, I could spit. If only I had a crowbar... This is me at my pissiest....I'm normally calm, but when something has f*cked you over as much as that printer, you tend to get a little cheezed off. Also, my jaw is feeling all weird & Peter has been snacking on something that smells like what I can only describe as a can of ass (not that I really know what a can of ass smells like) all freaking day...the smell keeps wafting over. Fark.

monday monday monday......

Restlessness. Lack of concentration. Needless to say, not a whole heck of a lot was accomplished at work today. Mostly Kim & I sat around & chatted--she told me all about the valentine's party I had missed on the weekend...some of the highlights/lowlights. I surfed the net more than I should have & emailed some people I thought I should get in touch with. Finally got around to sending an email out to Hanna--I dunno where that crazy girl is, but I'll freak if she has indeed moved to the states or to Toronto without telling me...I wouldn't put it past her though. Except for one botched attempt, Peter pretty much left me alone today...could be due to the fact that I wasn't very friendly with him.

Craziness: Some nut, who had apparently shoplifted from the Starbucks at Brentwood Mall managed to hop onto the skytrain tracks (& run some distance between two of the stations) while Kim & I were at the mall on our lunch break. Needless to say we walked back to the office cussing stupid criminals the whole way. Saw little bits of mushed bird on our walk back....I don't really want to know what happened to the stupid thing.

Highlight: My stuff from amazon came in...freaking rad. I've sampled bits of my new book "I was hitler's cat" & of "The Office" and both seem promising...

blah sunday

Got up & went to the gym first thing this morning. Did pretty well too. I stayed on the cross-trainer for about an hour, which is what I usually try for...and then I thought I was going to puke. Definitely a mistake not eating a little something before going. Oh well.

Spent the day doing chores & running errands. I've come to the realization that I'm a crazy angry driver. Most things in life just don't phase me that much--I've always been very laid back--at times a little too much so, but god, the insane anger that wells up when other people do stupid things on the road...I get so potty mouthed. Most people can't imagine me cursing a whole lot, but wow, some of the foul things that come out of my mouth while driving...ugh.

Tomorrow it's back to work and I swear to god if Peter spends the whole day trying to pinch me again, I'm going to flip out. It got worse after I made the post about it and I really don't appreciate having my arm forcefully grabbed so that someone can grab my side. He's really nice and everything and often helps me out, but sometimes I wonder about him. Lately I've been more friendly & chatty with him but maybe that was a mistake or something. I could swear that he's staring at me inappropriately at times....I had that feeling even before all this pinching started happening. Then again, I could just be overreacting.