my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

my blog, where everything is everything fa sheezy

Saturday, October 25, 2003

in the style of Julian P. Muratori's reminiscient blog:

pInk? pInk bUll?!
posted by Alison 4:25 PM

Friday, October 24, 2003

"[it] looks like it was surgically removed from a three-year-old and put on your body."
-matt macdougall re: my pinky finger

(well, it's true.)

posted by Alison 11:55 AM

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

i am going to vancouver on december seventh at 10.10pm.

excited.

it appears my whole life is a B+. I don't think I mind being average... I really think Totarro was wrong (is that even how you spell his name?).
posted by Alison 1:27 PM

Monday, October 20, 2003

I just realized that I don't really know what happened to the last five days, and that's kind of weird.

posted by Alison 12:00 PM

my crowning achievement this year at school was probably when I rigged Kris's msn so that it plays the icq "uh oh!" noise.
posted by Alison 12:25 AM

Sunday, October 19, 2003

I find it kind of hard to believe that I lived in the era when cheesy flute-based music was played in supermarkets. The loblaws at the end of the street, where we haven't shopped since the one at Christie opened, was a really significant part of my childhood. I used to have this card that would let me get a free cookie from the bakery every time I went, and I remember having to go up behind the butcher place and up the stairs in the back to go to the dirty bathrooms there cuz I was too young to just hold it until we got home... And these shrimp chips that President's Choice used to make that would stick to your tongue that were shaped like four-leaf clovers that they discontinued sometime in the early-to-mid nineties... We'd go to the LCBO next door that's now moved into the Loblaw's lot and they'd have those wine coolers with the swirling blue water, and I always thought that if I put my finger into the water that it would freeze. Someone (probably my sister, who used to pull a lot of shit on me) once told me that it was cold enough to do that.
posted by Alison 9:08 PM

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Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see - because I do not happen to be a 'Somebody' - why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.

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