Ive done nothing but wan to write in my blog for the last few days, but now that I am plunked right infront of it. I have no clue what to rant about.

Greg is sitting next to me at the cafe, which is now my sole source of internet seeing as all of the wireless in my apartment is locked down -_- so no more internets, and no more WoW for several weeks. He is showing me some amazing illustrations he has done over the last few days, but of course he is slandering his work. Silly boy.

I am so sleepy. sleepy mandas. Where is Dek?

Today on my walk to work, I found a gucci watch, face down in a puddle. It still works, and it is beautiful. My first inclination was to keep it and not tell anyone how I came upon this 300$ watch. But then my moral compass kicked in and I posted it on a lost and found page online and in a newspaper. I am secretly (not so secretly) hoping no on claims it. It is SO darling, I really want to keep it.

On the way home from work, a girl on the ferry had the same purse as me, and it turns out it is from biscuit and is worth 75$ ( i got mine for free, i thought it was from some dingy little store) . I actually own nice things from high end stores!

Side not : Im reading American  Psycho and all the name dropping is starting to get to me i think.

Greg and I have failed break up 6 times. This is the seventh time.

Waking up to a crying head ache when you havent really slept, can really suck.

Some days I wish a frying pan over the head would wake him up and make him realize how awesome I am.

And then I remember he’d lose some of his short term memory and probably forget me.

I wish I didnt have to work today, Id rather spend the day in bed watching Buffy. I figure why not, its what I did in Ottawa when I didnt have him.

I always told myself I wouldnt ever tell him the truth about why I moved back. I told him. Im an asshole.