Friday, 29 February 2008

Ladies' Choice

Three hundred and sixty six.

That's how many days we get this year.

Cool, huh?

Ladies, remember that today's your day to go out and ask your man to marry you. Apparently if he refuses, there's a fine (anywhere from a kiss to a silk gown to $1) so really, what do you have to lose?

Plus, have you ever wondered if Leap Year babies count themselves differently? I know I would. I'd be heading in to White Spot until I was fifty insisting I was still twelve and under. Gimme my pirate pack dudes!

Anyway, happy 29th y'all.

Thursday, 28 February 2008

See Eye Eh. (That's In Code People)

I'm about to watch Spy Game. Partly for the winning combo of Robert Redford and Brad Pitt, but also, partly to see how accurately it portrays my work.

Updated to add: Yes,at my work, the men are all that hot. But no, I don't personally do that much killing.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Spring Springs Eternal

I'm really enjoying the days getting longer. I mean, really.

I know a lot of people get really frustrated by the weather during winter, but that's never been a huge complaint of mine. I don't mind winter, actually, it's all about getting cozy and watching the storms.

I don't have much to say, however, about the short dark days. You know the days I mean. Some of those leave home in the dark, get home after dark days. Or the never get outside during the light days?

I'm loving looking out the window at 6 or 6:30 and seeing a glow still in the sky and I love waking up in the morning and not having to turn a light on to get dressed.

Spring is on its way and I'm pretty darn happy to see it.

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

No, Seriously. It's Going to Freak You Out!

What else is going on around here you ask?

Well, it's a busy time to be a spy right now, but you know I can't tell you why, so just trust me. Busy. I should be working RIGHT NOW, but instead I'm typing. And feeling guilty about the not working.

Also? I tried a neti pot, yes I did. You might have seen them on Oprah or maybe have totally never heard of them before.

I had a friend tell me about them and when he explained that it involved pouring water up one nostril and having it come down the other side I think I may have plugged my ears and sang "la la la la" for a while.

But he swore up and down and centre that it had cured, no exaggeration, all his sinus problems. So I Googled em. And decided it wasn't for me, what with the freaky video with the water coming out of the nose and stuff. But I also kept reading about how ENT specialists keep on saying they're the best thing you can do for your sinusus and how they're starting to recommend their use before and instead of invasive procedures and medications. But still, not for me. Nope. I don't even like getting water up my nose in the pool thank you very much!

But then I got a cold.

And I hauled out the Doctor-prescribed steroid spray (my Dad and I both have a tendency for sinus infections) and sat there, not feeling very much better, wondering just how much my body was enjoying the medications and wondering why my head hurt so much, hello side-effects.

So, imagine my surprise when I was walking through the local drug store (looking for razor blades, yup!) when I saw a whole neti pot display staring right at me. I'd figured I'd have to order one on line or go to a yoga store or some place where they sold crystals and prayer beads. (Not that there's anything wrong with that) And I figured I really had nothing to lose.

Seventeen dollars later, I'm at home psyching myself up to pour water into my nose. Without the help of alcohol or a cute bikini.

And I did. Followed the instructions all careful like and was only moderately freaked out when the (warm saline) water that was going in one side came out the other. Weird.

It wasn't really uncomfortable as such, just pretty darn odd. So I did both sides, wiped my nose and took a breath.

Through both nostrils.

At once!

No more stuffies, and even cooler, no more sore throat. Pretty much instantly. Something the drugs never managed to do.

I'd totally recommend it to anyone who suffers from sinus problems or allergies or colds n stuff. Very cool, very surprising. Very effective.

Not something I'd say I particularly find myself looking forward to, or anything, but it works so well I don't mind at all.

But dude, the video? Will totally freak you out. Don't say I didn't warn ya!

Monday, 25 February 2008

Ok, Where Were We?

So, quick re-cap, sports fans...

I decide to be single forever and ever after I try to get back on the proverbial horse after a breakup and discover that the proverbial horse sucks at which point I get asked out by a former co-worker and a guy my friend kind of knows. Following?

Me neither.

So I throw caution to the wind (hello, it's cliche day, how are you?) and decide, what the heck, I can hang out with a guy for a few hours, can't I?

After a few friendly emails, I gave runner guy my phone number and we decided to meet up. I thought a walk would be a fair thing to do so we did just that and went for a walk one Saturday.

It was fine. I was nervous. Very.

We hung out for a while afterwards and talked and I told him that while I really wasn't interested in the whole "dating" thing, maybe we could hang out. He said that would be fine and we left it at that.

As he was leaving, it struck me that it had been a fairly similar first date to mine with Smith. Casual, talking, nothing fancy. The thing that now freaks me out, quite honestly, is knowing that after spending just a few hours with Smith, I was inviting him into my bed to sleep with me. (We'll spare the gory details, shall we?)

It didn't seem wrong at the time, I've pretty much always, in the past gone from 0 - 60 really quick with guys. Maybe not "Hi, my name's Victoria, would you like to come see my bedroom?" but close enough.

Not that I've been with that many guys, really, but I've always been physical first and asked questions later. It hasn't worked well for me.

I'm sure there's some psychiatrist out there who could tell me the deep seeded reasons I have for doing this, but to be frank about it, I think I've just too quickly given in to... well, hormones, really. Lust, my Mother would probably call it.

And maybe there's nothing wrong with that, that's not my debate to make. I just know that once I've been intimate with a guy, I'm emotionally involved and in the past it's made it hard to end things, even when I knew in my gut I should.

I'm not really being clear, I know. It's just that I've always gone for a physical attraction and followed that up, believing that an intellectual, spiritual, human connection would happen later as we got to know each other. And, usually it did. But it also meant I found myself in relationships with people I really didn't know very well. And looking back on it, I'm glad things worked out as well as they did.

It's hard though, I'm a very physical person. I like touching and snuggling and all that other stuff. I just also know that I need to value myself and my body and my sexual....ness? enough to hold off until I have some trust with a person and am sharing something meaningful instead of just going at it because it feels good, so to speak.

But anyway, massive digression aside... I've hung out with runner guy a few times now and that's all I really have to say about it for now. Or for a while. We'll see.

I still haven't really responded to the former co-worker guy and am not really sure what I'll say. My brother always tells me to have two guys on the go at once. I'm not sure I can even handle not-dating one guy, never mind two. But these things have a way of working themselves out, so we'll see.

We'll just have to see.

Saturday, 23 February 2008


So my buddy (Hi Buddy!) and I were chatting about my boy/dating/not-dating situation on Adium and he was telling me to just enjoy "it". . . . the whole boys asking me out when I've spent enough time complaining to him about there being no boys asking me out or some other such thing.

I told him that it's all just a little bit easier when you're only thinking about dating instead of having to actually work your way through it. And to close my succinct and wonderful discussion, I typed in a "sigh" to express my difficult, trying situation.

Buddy, being the steady, straight thinking guy he is, responded with "I think you just mis-typed 'smile'."


I told him that that was the cutest thing he'd ever said and that I was totally going to post it.

And then I swore him to secrecy since I don't have a blog and if I did I certainly wouldn't have told anyone I know about it. Right, buddy?


Friday, 22 February 2008


We all know how much I hate change.

Well, ok, maybe we don't all know how much I hate change, but you'll just have to trust me on this one. I'm not a fan of change.

None of it. Do not want!

But, you know, along with Death and Taxes, the only sure thing is change, right?


I'm getting a new computer.

There, I said it.

It's not so much a matter of necessity. As in, my current computer's not dead or anything (oh, geez, knock on wood, I may have just cursed myself!) but the situation is such that I can get a new laptop without becoming poor and destitute. Good, right? Well, yeah, except I have to give up my old laptop as a trade-in of sorts and even as I'm typing on it right now I'm missing it.

This has been a really good machine and we've been through a lot together. I started my blog on this computer and stuff. Sure, this computer has had its ups and downs, (mainly, I believe, due to the crazy electrical in this building, or possibly the plutonium implants I have in my fingers) but that doesn't mean I don't love it so totally.

So, sticky keys and broken speakers and all, I'm gonna miss this buddy of mine. *sniff*

All this to say, if all of a sudden I disappear from your sites for a while? It means I didn't manage to transfer my bookmarks effectively. Or something. Or maybe it means I can't figure out how to open up the new machine.

We'll see.

Thursday, 21 February 2008

Gets Me Every Time

I have a Simpsons quote generator in my widgets and this one quote from Grandpa cracks me up every single time I see it!

Grandpa: My story begins in nineteen dickety two, we had to say dickety because the keiser stole our word twenty. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety six miles.

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

And Then There Were Two

There's a gal who spent some time in our spy cave this fall learning how to be a super duper spy. We got along great and became friends. (After the required ninja-skills battle, of course)

So this friend of mine is similar to me in that she loves to set people up. I don't have much luck with this seeing as I only know a couple of single guys and, well, to be quite honest, my Buddy (hi buddy!) is tired of me trying to set him up with any girl he's anywhere near. Sigh.

But anyway, Spy Girl has tried to suggest a couple of guys to me after hearing all about my issues with Smith and declaring him "a loser" long before that thought came anywhere near my consciousness.

The first guy she thought of, she didn't pursue because she said, and I quote, "You're like me and I think you would scare him." I guess high energy random thought-filled girls aren't his thing.

The second guy she thought of she thought was great, but let me know that he had two kids. "I'm not going to date anyone with kids again, SG, thanks." She assured me that he was a really great guy and that I didn't have to worry about the kids because he never saw them.

Um, know what? That only makes it worse.

So that didn't go anywhere either.

And then I went through the crap with the thing and decided that there would be no more dating, no more relationships, for me ever again. Like-a so.

Fast forward a week.

I get an email from Spy Girl telling me about this guy she thinks I should meet. "Um, no. I'm not dating ever again thanks. Oh, and by the way I just kind of called Smith accidentally on purpose."

She emailed me back right away (ok, maybe that's all we do sometimes, is email back and forth back and forth) and said that was fine. She wouldn't tell me any more about this guy and I could just die old and lonely smelling of cat pee and calling up my loser ex-boyfriend. (Her words, not mine, but still, she got her point across effectively, no?)

"FINE!" I email-shouted back at her. "Tell me about this stupid guy!"

So she tells me about this guy from her 5 am running group (the mere idea of which nearly makes me faint) who is athletic and fit (I like athletic and fit!) and nice. ( I like nice!) She's pretty sure he's single and wants to know if she can give him my email. She sends me a photo of him and he seems cute so I say, with a dramatic email sigh, that sure, she can give him my email. But only because I don't want to end up a crazy cat lady.

So on the same day I get an email from the old co-worker guy, I get this short, friendly email from this runner guy saying that our mutual friend thought we might be compatible and would I maybe like to meet and hang out some time.

Does that explain why I was sitting staring at two emails asking me out? Wait, that came out wrong. The emails weren't asking me out, they're inanimate. You know what I meant, right?

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Really Didn't See That One Coming

I know this is so last season, but Burke just left Christina at the altar and I'm totally crying over it.

Monday, 18 February 2008

Satiating Your Curiosity. Or Not.

So last week, some of you were chomping at the bit to know what was going on with the two guys and the email asking out and whatnot.

(What's that? You weren't chomping at the bit? Well, pretend you were, otherwise I've got no intro to this post.)

So, let's all settle down with a nice cup of cocoa and let Aunty Victoria tell her story shall we? Good.

Ok, so, once upon a time a girl named Me asked her boyfriend Smith for a break and then we stayed together and then Smith broke up with me and I was very very sad. Er. Angry. Um. Unhappy.

Fast forward several months and after a whole lot of thinking and introspection (no, really) I realize that I'll never be able to go into relationships quite the same way. This realization makes me realize (nice writing there kiddo) that I have no idea how to *be* in a healthy, normally paced relationship. (More on this in another post, I'm sure)

So I decide that it'd just be best if I didn't date or anything of the like for a while. I knew I'd have to get back into things eventually, but just wasn't ready. Still too hurt, I suppose.

And then I noticed that I was starting to think guys were cute again and having little imaginary crushes in my head. But still not wanting to date.

And then I met a really great guy through this amazing workshop I went to and we hit it off. We hit it off as friends, but there was always the slight hint that something else might be there. We started spending hours talking on the phone and hanging out with other people we'd met and I told myself that this would be a safe person to consider getting to know romantically. And maybe smooch.

We made plans to hang out, just the two of us, a couple of times, and each time he just didn't. Didn't call to cancel, didn't back out, just didn't. The first time I just figured he was busy or sick. The second time? I was mad. Mad at him, absolutely, but also fell back into the pattern of being mad at myself for "trusting" the "wrong guy". ("I know!" "Quotations!")

It just felt so harsh,that I'd been keeping myself emotionally safe and re-building my trust and this one situation blew all that to shreds.

Imagine, for example, if you had a fear of flying due to a crash you'd been in once, but you and your counsellor worked on it over and over and you finally get up the guts to take a small flight to see your best friend's wedding or something, and the damn plane crashes on you. Would you ever want to fly again? Hells no. (But you might want to write a song about it, no?)

So then I found myself FOR SURE not going to date or even try to be romantically involved with a guy ever ever ever again.

(Or, at least for a long while.)

And now, boys and girls, our story brings itself closer to present days. How's your cocoa, need a bit more?

But first, a flashback. *Lost style swooshy music*

A few years ago, a young(er) spy came to temp at our office. We (the girls and I) rated him on cuteness and such, but he had a girlfriend so wasn't of too much interest to us. That summer, young buck runs into my girlfriend from work and asks her out. She's amused and flattered, but after a coffee date, lets him know that she's not interested in dating for cultural reasons. I, by this time, have written him off because, dude? He asked my girlfriend out first.

At some point last year he emailed me and said that he'd always found me attractive and would I like to go out on a date. I mulled it over, still rather annoyed that I was his back up ask out, and sent him back an email saying that while I was flattered I wasn't up for that right now. He emailed back right away apologizing, saying that in the meantime (you know, the whole week or so it'd taken me to write back) he'd started seeing someone and maybe some other time.

Next time I heard from him I was going out with Smith and we laughed about our constant bad timing.

It was a complete surprise to me, however, to get an email from him, the week after I'd declared myself headed for the nunnery, asking if I'd like to get together and talking about just how wonderful he's always thought I was.

Um. Right. Except when you asked my friend out instead of me? (Bitter much? Me? Nah!)

I emailed him back and said that while I wasn't really up for dating, he'd be more than welcome to come hang out with me and my spy co-workers when we let our hair down after work some day.

I thought this was a perfectly reasonable idea seeing as I felt horror at the idea of having to go on a date and not knowing this guy, I'd be able to hang out with him in a relaxed environment while having fun with my friends.

He felt that this wasn't really an ideal scene for him, having to get to know five or six people at once instead of just me and explained that he'd really rather just hang out the two of us. He was very funny about it and promised to bring cue-cards to avoid any awkward conversational lulls. I'll give him that much, he's funny in his emails. For sure.

And, now I'm nearly starving to death because I've been typing this forever so I'm going to stop for a while. But to conclude, I haven't said yes and I haven't said no to this guy. I don't think I want to go out one on one with him but on the other hand, maybe I should. Maybe I should just go ahead and give it a shot? I don't know.

And that's only half the story. I haven't even told you anything about the *other* guy.

Sunday, 17 February 2008


I think someone just got married.

Either that or a whole lot of people are really really happy about an accident.

Friday, 15 February 2008

Messed That Up, Didn't I?

This post is just to let you know that I won't be posting today.


Never mind. Shoot.

Thursday, 14 February 2008


Will you be my Valentine(s)?

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Dear Internet,

It's Victoria.

Have you seen my black pants?

Because I have no idea where they are.

Updated several hours later to add:

Never mind.
They were in my closet.
Hanging with my shirts.
Go figure.

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Line It Up

It was just over a year ago that Smith and I met, got together, and got serious, all in one breath, seemingly.

Most of you, if you've been reading here long enough, know the rest of the story, or at least the bits I shared with you. The outline, the Cole's Notes, the "based on a true story" version of our relationship.

And you know how it ended and you know some of the struggles I've been through, personally, trying to push through those struggles and move on from him and us and what might have been.

But you don't know it all, you can't. No one does, except for me, and I'm still working on figuring it out what it means and who I am now, because so much has changed for me since this time last year and I'm not who I was then and that's good. That's life. That's growing. It's good. It's better, it'll be better, but I don't know quite how or when.

And this? This now? This me? Has never dated before. Has never been in a relationship before. I have all these old patterns and habits and they're all I know. But I can't do them any more, I can't rush into something. I can't sleep with someone I don't know just because I want to. I can't be "madly in love" with someone I just met. But I've never not done it that way.

I don't know any other way and after a seriously lame experience last month where I started seeing a guy and talking with him and wondering about him and he just bailed out on what was turning into a friendship with possibility, I really felt I didn't have, don't have, the emotional energy to try to learn how to be in a relationship with the changes I've gone through. Maybe it was all just too much too soon.

I don't know.

I'm not sure this post is making much sense. I'm trying to start trying to make sense, you know? Am figuring it out. I think.

This post isn't about Smith. It isn't about the guy who let me down. It's about me trying to balance and center myself and trying to figure out why the universe won't just let me do that.

Sure, there's more to be said, y'all know that. But one post at a time people, one post at a time.

Updated to add: Damn. I used the same photo twice. Must be slipping!

Monday, 11 February 2008

X is for Xavier Rudd

There, I did it! Found an X title, minijonb!

I know, I know, I'm way out of sequence, (again) but I got so excited I just couldn't help it.

If you ever, ever get a chance to see this guy, go.

Trust me.

Xavier Rudd - No Woman No Cry

On a non-musical note, *this* man is the embodiment of what I want in my life; someone who lives in passion, who loves, someone who makes a difference and cares about humanity and the earth and knows how to be alive. I want to be with someone who knows how to be alive.

Saturday, 9 February 2008


I'm sitting here staring at two emails.

Apparently when guys email you to ask you out you're supposed to answer them.


Y'all were right. As soon as you don't want to date any more, for real? They come out of the woodwork.

But I still don't want to date.

Anyone want to send a couple of emails for me?

Friday, 8 February 2008

Damn it Feels Good to Be a Gangsta*

Sometimes a good movie is made great by its music.

Sometimes the music is the movie.

Sometimes my favourite part of a tv show is the music it introduces me to. I can thank The OC for showing me some stunning tunes. And Friday Night Lights? Not just cute guys, but a perfect theme song. One of the best theme song / intro combos ever. It'll break your heart.

Explosions in the Sky - Your Hand in Mine

What's a movie you love for its music?

*Name dat movie!

Thursday, 7 February 2008

And May it Be A Good One


D is for Democracy

When I think about Canadian music, the Tragically Hip are the band I think of first. Fully Completely is an album that will always be in my Top 10 and which defines a certain era of my life. Effing great album thank you very much.

The Tragically Hip - Fully Completely

"D for Democracy" however, is a song from another Canadian band, one that I've mentioned here before.

Spirit of the West is a great band and have had a number of kick-ass songs over a long career. I saw them in a small local club a couple of years ago and was blown away by their live show. These are guys who've been doing this (very very well) for over twenty years and you could tell it was their absolute passion. The show was fantastic and every time they played a song I realized I knew it. They're just one of those groups that get into your consciousness no matter what. They're Canada.

Their most famous song isn't even my favorite of theirs. It's a massive song, mind you and I've never yet been at a party where this song didn't stop the whole crowd and get everyone up and dancing. And singing. And shouting.

Spirit of the West - Home For A Rest

My two most favouritestest songs from SotW are probably "If Venice is Sinking"

If Venice is Sinking - Spirit of the West

and one of the greatest angry* songs I know,"Is This Where I Come In?"

And, of course, the beautiful "July", from which I've been getting some post titles.

July - Spirit of the West

But, I digress. When I thought "D is for...?", this song title sprung into my head. And there you have it. An entire post brought to you by the letter D.

D for Democracy - Spirit of the West

So go buy these songs already. Trust me.

* A song you sing when you're angry!

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Look Beneath

I think we all judge people, I think it's hard not to. When we first meet people, we look at their appearance and we assume something. When we see people with chains and boots and bald heads, we assume they are angry and tough and scary. When we see people with dreadlocks and backpacks and hemp shirts, we assume they are hippy, travelers who probably smoke their fair share of special cigarettes.

I think what's important is that we're aware that we're judging and that we remain open to finding out about the person beneath the exterior; the person underneath the shell.

One thing that I'm going to keep in mind is that as well as mis-judging someone negatively, it's possible that I'm mis-judging someone in an overly positive way; he might be really good looking and charming, but that doesn't mean he's a good person.

I need to remember to look closer and not just cling to what I see and hear at first. Know what I mean?

Tuesday, 5 February 2008

I've Never Been Good At Following Directions

So Abstract Jenn was terribly kind and gave me a "You Make My Day" award the other day.

Part of the honour of this lovely award is that I'm to pass on the joy to five other blogs who make my day.

Dude. Just five? Shoot. All of a sudden it was like having to tell you which was my favourite Led Zeppelin song. Not. Possible. Too. Many!

So I figured I'd be a little different and point you to five awesome sites that, while technically not blogs, definitely make my day.

Maybe they'll make yours too.

Thanks for the nod Jenn!

And without further ado... some of the non-blog sites that make my day:

1. Pearls Before Swine comic strip. Makes me laugh every. Single. Time.

2. I Can Has Cheezburger? You'll either love this or just not get it. It kills me. In a good way.

3. Movie Trailers. Weird, eh? I just love watching movie trailers. It's true.

4. Flickr. I check in daily and if I ever need inspired, I just flick through the Explore archives. Beautiful. I still remember how excited I was when I got to 100 views. It's stunning to me to think that people enjoy my photos. Flickr is really cool that way.

5. OK, this is another odd one, but I get a kick out of checking the weather. I'll often (especially in snow season) check three or four different sites, but the Environment Canada site is the only one I check daily. Again, I'm weird that way.

Monday, 4 February 2008

I Forgotted!

So Happy Groundhog day, um, a coupla days ago.

Here's a squirrel!

I wonder if he saw his shadow too?

Not that six more weeks of winter will mean much to us, here in Non-Snow Bubble land, with the cherry blossoms already showing up n stuff. But yeah, I forgot this year. Luckily, I didn't have to repeat the day over and over.

Of all the weird thoughts going through my brain right now, the one that popped into my head as I started writing this post was "hmmm, I wonder what's under people's beds?"

I have a pair of runners under mine. In case of earthquake. You know, to protect my tootsies form the broken glass.

What's under yours? Go look!

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Balancing Things Out

I decided in order to counter-balance some of the chest thumping, beer drinking, testosterone sharing that's going on in North America this afternoon I'd do the girliest things I could.

So, here's a picture of a cute little baby animal.

And now I'm going to take a bubble bath, do my toenails and watch Season three of Grey's Anatomy.

No, really I am.

I may even eat chocolate and/or ice cream!

Saturday, 2 February 2008

Imagine I Just Called You. This is my End of the Conversation.

Hey. It's Victoria.

Oh, not much. Well, actually, yeah. No.

I wanted to talk to you. I, um.

Well, I just called Smith.

No, I know. I don't know why, I just did.

No, I'm not drunk.

Or crazy, thank you very much.

No, I'm not trying to get him back. I just felt like calling him.

I don't know.

No. He wasn't home.

I wasn't sure he would be.

Well, it's Saturday night.

He's probably out.

I don't know, visiting his family? Friends?

No he's not on a date, why would you say that? That's a horrible thing to say! Don't you know that all of my exes turn into monks because they can't see themselves dating anyone after me? Why would you ever ask that, la la la la I'm not listening!

No, he's probably just with his folks. Seriously, I hadn't thought about that til you brought it up. Can we just pretend he'll never date again? Kay. Thanks.


No, I was totally nervous. As in, heart thumpingly nervous.

No. I hung up when the answering machine came on.

Well, what was I going to say? I can't leave a message, what would I have said?

I don't know why I called, I told you I don't know why, it just seemed like the thing to do.

Yeah, I know. I'm not saying it was smart. No, I don't really know why I did either. Does it matter? I just guess I wanted to see what was going on with him. Plus, I would have called DD, but I can't remember his last name to look up his number.

Yeah. Maybe it's just the nostalgic blues. Oh well.


Wanna go see Juno?

Get out more? I've been out enough thank you very much.

So what if it is Saturday , it's only 5. Maybe there's a wild party I'm going to and I just haven't told you about it.

No. There isn't. But I am going to the gym.


No, yeah, the back's better, thanks. So, call me tomorrow?

Um, yeah, no. Not even for the commercials.

Later dude.

Friday, 1 February 2008

February Waits For March To Spring Back Again

Wait...where'd January go?
Wasn't it just New Year's?
Please don't steal stuff from here, it's not nice. But leave a comment, why don't cha? And drink more water. It's good for you.

P.S. If you think you know me? You probably don't. If you're sure you know me? Pretend you don't. I'll never admit I know what you're talking about anyway.

P.P.S. All this stuff is copyright from then til now (Like, 2006-2018 and then some.) Kay? Kay.