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Today's Honoured Guestmy peeps The Boys
RaJ
Tayster
factory_peasant
Surfer Mitch
Scared Bunny
Jake
Hof
my peeps The Girls
Sass
Pajiba
Tristan Roy
Radiohead blue eyes,
crooked teeth,
intellectual,
goofball,
slacker,
socialist.
Stuff and Nonsense
You LOVE Me THIS much
Steff
Crystal
Lyvvie
Cate
OEN
--spared--
Rachel
bitchy
Dlisted
Janet Charlton
MPH
Go Fug Yourself
the pretty pictures
Owen Billcliffe
No Traces
Sam Javanrouh
the professionals blog
Matthew Good
Margaret Cho
Rick Mercer
Tony Pierce
Whil Wheaton
Waiter
shameless self promotion
About Me
My influence
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it's my life don't you forget
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RaJ wanted to know about the 3 day novel contest, it's not just for Cannucks it's international yo. Here's the hook up http://www.3daynovel.com/ .
I've been quietly working my magic to get the house I wanted secured. My Landlords have been somewhat unceremonious pricks about the move, including fucking with my internet, cutting the power to my room and making the house a hostile place to live. Other then that it's been hunky dory.
I'm a little wiped out, all this stress of not being stressed is getting to me. I want to pack and move now. AS it is we're green lit for the 27th. I'm still trying to make the John Mayer concert work out, but as usual trying to get people to come along has thrown a monkey wrench of crappy seat proportions. I'll live, at least I'm going places and doing things.
I was rather offended the other day by someone I was chatting on MSN with. They referred to my writing as a hobby. It offended me because, even though I don't make money from it, my writing is not a mere hobby. I may have a skewed impression of a hobby, but I don't believe the endless hours I've spent writing things, the reams of paper I've devoted to my thoughts and the accumulated stories I have going through my mind at anytime are a hobby. They are more like a preoccupation, an all consuming thing that I can't escape. I dream stories, I live stories, I have a way too vivid imagination and I've decide this year to stop hogging stories to myself. So at some point I will get out the 2 stories I've been brewing for a while. The hair invasions and the photographic memory tales. Do remind me about them if I forget ok?
Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 11:13 PM
05 March 2007
it's gonna be alright just wait and see
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I'm missing something that I can't put my finger on. I fell it's been gone for a while now and I don't know where it went or what it is. I just know I'm lighter now and it's weird. I'm not too worried or panicked. A lousy customer swore at me at work and I acted rattled but I wasn't. I should have been but it was an act, like when I hit something and I know it should hurt so I say ow. But it didn't really hurt even though I got a bruise.
In someways I've changed a lot and in other ways I see myself regressing. It's bizarre. I get a bit freaked when an old attitude starts rearing it's ugly head. It's weird how I thought I was over them. There's also a plethora of new stuff I'm thinking these days too that leaves me wondering if I'm not the girl I used to be. Between the 2 I sit and wonder who am I going to end up being and how much of what I think of as myself will I lose or toss to do that. Just the other day I got seriously excited about the 3 day novel contest. I'm a writer, not a well disciplined one or one with any really log term ideas, but I so want to get the hell off my ass and do that contest. Step one is finding out if I can get the time off. Step 2 is obviously applying. Step three, well that's doing it of course and the idea really excites me, it excited me the last time I thought about it and it will excite me again.
Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 12:30 PM
03 March 2007
just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
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As stuck in freak country as I have ever been I gave notice that I was moving out. This prompted my Landlord to act like there was some way in hell he could uphold his totally illegal and unbinding lease. Since I don't officially have anywhere new to live I was squeamish about giving notice because I do live here and it's good enough but not paradise. I did it anyways, because 3 roomates not 5 and a cat that is treated like one, is better. 2 people I like and get along with seems better then 3 I really don't. Of course I worry that we're friends now and living together will make us enemies, but in a way we've been talking forever about getting a place together so maybe we started or friendship the right way. We'll see.
In the meantime I took the low road of least resistance and bald faced lied when my twitching, nearly screaming and red faced Landlord thundered up here to confront me about my so called illegal termination of my lease. He tried to tell me I didn't have the right to give notice. Seriously? He really did. Now I have my lease and I know what it says and despite the fact it ends officiall in August there is nothing in it that says I can't leave early, that I am responsible for the reassignment of the place or the rent in the event that it remains vacant. All it does say is that if I sublet that the subletter has to be approved by the Landlord.
I's been quietish since Thursday where I bladfaced lied and said I didn't have an issue witht the house I was just helping out my friends wh had talked me int moving in with them. I don't really yhrink he believed me but I didn't want to start anything that I'd have to live with for the next 60 odd days y'know.I mean sure they break the heating laws and harass us monthly with whiteboard inanity but that doesn't mean I want to give them any ammunition with which to target me. I'm already dead bad roomie walking.
So this morning I got a note telling me I was unlawfully terminating my lease and all but I have to be out by 11.59 pm 30 April. I guess I'm not being fought on this and I really don't care right now if my moving out means Kid J has to get out and get a job. THat's about the last thing that kid may want to do but it's high time that some social skills were employed on that end and the reign of basement insanity was ended through actual going outside and interacting with the world at large. Well that's my oppinion at least.
On there is not lighter side, my BFFC's dad is terminally ill with leukemia. My work eye candy is something close to dying again, lately. As far as lost causes go I have many of them going on in my backyard. All I can ask is keep your bits crossed for me and I'll do the same for you and all this should work out fine and dandy like.
Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 12:36 PM
