all my troubles on a burning pileeee

This torrential rain is really putting a damper dent in my head. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches can only last you for so long; as can half-assed attempts at changing things. I'd like to something drastic. Safe/drastic. Fun. LIKE A TRUCK. Or a vacation. Or a different occupation. Or an education. Or an instrument. My guitars been dusty for a while. I can't sing to save my life, but with a little practice and auto-tune maybe you'll see me soon. This week is looking up. I should get my ass in gear. Gears remind me of trucks, which I want, which I can't has, which makes me want to lie here and be sad about it/go shopping to ease my pain/be broke. It's really not working out. Its not you, it me...and this awful box-spring.

dear diarrry: this sucks.

I want to be healthy, but I am too lazy to cook/prepare myself nutritious eats. Lack of energy from lack of nutrients leads to lack of making more (lacking in substance) foods. I'm perpetuating my own imminent, burger filled, delicious, sub-par-dramatic death. Someone make me a casserole.

Back

I'm happy to be home. I will never take clean socks or not sleeping on a 3-foot couch for granted again. Probably. I have re-established appreciation for my store and the partners in it. Don't get me wrong, I've always been proud of my store and how we work (it), but I missed my beautiful, clean, organized Mt. Lehman. I will not miss surviving off of Starbucks pastries. I will miss the Vancouver customers; the newly found regulars, my fellow borrowed partners and home-team, the coveted-Starbucks-pin-hunting-hyenas (for the last time, no, this is MINE, you have TWELVE), the Russian Olympic team (.......), and the very beautiful Venti Vanilla Coffee Misto boy (I think by the fourth time I asked him if he wanted foam he knew was just desperately trying to make conversation). I will not miss the two hour commute (or taking the wrong sky-train every second day...really, you'd think I'd learn) I will not miss the strange cup-markings and foreign drink-calling. I will miss the spirit and the faux patriotism. I will miss making friends with anyone and everyone you meet, from all around the world...or just Abbotsford. I will miss everyone being in a perpetual state of happiness because they WANTED to be there. I will miss Vancouver, but I'll be back.