a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

ok, so it's been awhile, and i'm trying to recount the most interesting and/or memorable in my brain update without spewing a novella...here goes:

yesterday, i decided for sure to be committed to Dose, the best of the rash of new free dailies in vancity. it has the best quotes ever and featured a full colour centerfold of veggiemeat. how hot is that?! it was day 3 of not spending any money, due to the epiphany that hey! i am broke, on friday. anyways, kinders found a two month old chocolate chip cookie in the fridge, and i popped it into the microwave to heat it and eat it, and went to call rocky mountain chocolate factory to check on the shelflife of the damn thing to ensure that we wouldn't die, to come back to find that it was burnt to a crisp! there was smoke everywhere, and luckily it wasn't that bad, though i swore that the alarms would go off because our vents/alarms were just serviced. we were all so broke that we were cursing me because that was our "treasure" of the day. Jerri and I misted the room and later on i'm sure i was looking very guilty when the fire inspector showed up, just by chance, to check out our store.

spec-one was scrounging the bottles to return for hot caffeine, and we went on an excursion to london drugs to visit with my new favorite employee, who was there with my declaring that i bought the raisins, as well as returning the cheezies...

i came out of the fire to help an eccentrically dressed robin givens buy some stuff for her kids. upon confirmation of identity, she was very sweet and told me that we would see her a few more times cuz she loves our stuff. if only i had my copy of 'head of state' for her to autograph...

i came outside to admire foxy roxy's new hairdoo (spec was already out there) and a homeless man comes up to us, points at the store, and asks me "do you work there?" i answered yes, and he hung his head in defeat and walked off, as if me working there was proof that i wouldn't even have any money for him to ask for. and he was right.

sunday, my dad comes over to bless the new apartment (he didn't say anything, so i don't think he likes it, well, he told me that my imaginative curtain creating was like viet nam) and he tried to give me his bondage chairs, so ya, i'll take them...it's funny how i'm so sure now more than ever that i'm not the milkman's child. i ask my dad for some foodstuffs to help my brokeness, and he brings over: 1 jello cup, 2 dried persimmons, 3 pkgs of assorted ramen, a rotisserie chicken and a huge box of granola. he also cooked my some thit cau..so i won't complain. we cruised down kingsway (to be with our people, but there's not a lot of them around at 9am on sunday) this will have to be continued as the library man is getting me down! aaahhh!!!!