Current Status: I.M. Awesome

First of all, a big shout out to all my homies... You know who you is, you fabulous peeps who showered me with good wishes, and cards, and filthy, profane, vulgar and epithet-laced phone messages (Not mentioning any names, SNOOOOZIEE!!! And my Aunt. One right after the other. I haven't laughed so hard since the Big Train "Working Class" sketch). You are all wonderful, and made me feel very special, and warm, and fuzzy, like a kitten fresh out of the dryer.
So, exciting things that have happened. I am now a whole year older. The plumbing in the apartment has finally been fixed (BOOO YAAAAH!!!!! Only 5 months, baby! YEAH!). I was considering checking a date site for a plumber in a casual dating kind of mood.
Casual date plumber (CDP): "Well, it's been nice but I should get home now."
Me: (slowly leaning over, casually taking handcuffs out of my back pocket): "Don't you want to come up?"
CDP: (starting to look slightly panicked) "Nooo.... no. I uh... I'm good, thanks. I think I should, er... just go."
Me: "Oh dear." (looking disappointed, pouting a bit in an attempt to lure said CDP closer) "Well... It was a nice evening." (Holds out hand for hand shake)
CDP leans in for the handshake, and I spring into action. The handcuffs are on, the bear spray comes out, and he is incapacitated. By a girl. Hee hee. He shall not be freed until every source of water in the apartment is repaired.
I guess it's fortunate that this did not have to happen, considering the tough time that Boy George is having with the whole "false imprisonment". Ahem.

Super-mega-wicked-awesome-cool

Re: This.
Some days I loves YouTube much more than other days. Guess which day this is?
Also, there were delicious sandwiches for scavengery at work today. I had about 4 and I feel very sick. Also full. Mostly sick though. So, all in all, it was quite a good day. I wish all days were like today, which I shall now refer to as vintage James Brown and free sandwich day.
Also, the plumbing in our apartment has been fixed. It only took 5 months. (This is me being proactive, people). I consider myself a fairly articulate person, but I don't think I can possibly find the words to express my joy and relief at not hearing, "drip...drip...drip...drip" coming from every source of water in the apartment.
Finally, after 5 years of living in the same apartment (excluding a brief hiatus to Edmonton, or The Stabby Valley, as I have lovingly come to refer to it), I have curtains. Thought I'd hate them. They actually do kinda bring the room together. And also my pervy neighbours can't see me parading around in my underroos anymore. I think....
This has officially been the best week I've had in ages. I think I shall eat candy in celebration.
(Ohhh yeah, best best best part? Had my physical, and the doctor's like, "Wow, you don't weigh very much, do you?" Which I take to mean, "Wow, you should eat more candy, eh?") What can I say? It's doctor's orders.

The Bucket List

Okay, first of all, this had me bawling like a little child within seconds. I should have prefaced that by mentioning that it has also been a very long, very difficult week at the cancer centre. Although it may also be my unabashed love for Morgan Freeman. I could listen to that man read a phone book for hours and remain enthralled. ("Get to the Bs, Mr. Freeman! The Bs! Yes, just like that!") That said, it looks like a lovely movie, and I love the philosophy behind it. Go watch the preview, if you want, but be strong, and remember, I warned you. Or maybe you're not a giant suck monkey like me.