one more sleep...

one more sleep one more sleep one more sleep.

i still have a ridiculous amount to do... one thing i was trippin' out on last night regarding the whole movin' process is that every little thing EVERY little thing has to be in its place... down to like EVERYTHING... do you take the 50 packet's of soy sauce with you?? or do ya throw them out?? what about all the little ketchup packages from the late night debauchery that took place over the last 2 years?? wtf do you do with them?? waste not want not right? WHAT ABOUT THE VAGISIL!!!! yeah thats right i said VAGISIL!! how do ya like me now?? eh?? eh???

i threw the vagisil out.

i went to Ikea yesterday. NIGHTMARE!! that place is very similier to The Bay in that it seems to run independantly like without people. it just kind of exists. mom and i went out early cause we wanted to cash in on the $1 breakfast special.. ONE DOLLAR!! swedish style... scrambled eggs, a croissant, TWO sausages and perfectly square potatoes... ONE DOLLAR!! $2.12 for two. and if you smothered everything in ketchup including the croissant it was actually ok. ONE DOLLAR. (shit. guess i should of brought those packets of debaucherous ketchup with me) so then we went about our shopping business... (i had to work really hard at keeping mom on track)... i picked out the bed that i wanted... (the cheapest one).. and mom even said she would donate to the cause so i could get an upgrade on the mattress!! woooooooooooot. but of course this is Ikea right??... so obviously they were out of that particular item. NIGHTMARE! so now we fast forward a tad and we're down in the "pick your shit up.. even though yer gettin' it delivered... you still need to pick it all up and THEN ring it in section"...?????? so we get a cart and wheel around like maniac's in this ZOO named Ikea trying to find the correct isle and bin. i nearly took out an entire family with the cart. (keep in mind that i'm still attempting to keep mom on track... who by now has picked up pillow's, candles, plates, a soap dish and bamboo)... fast forward some more and we're waiting in the 'hold' area to place our delivery order... we wait about 15 minutes and then mom turns to me and say's "i find it really odd that so many people would want things delivered"... and that's when we realise that we're waiting in the wrong section. obviously. NIGHTMARE. so we find the right section and blahblahblahblahdeefuckin'blah.. place the order and we're done.

soooo... $480 and some odd dollar's later we surface with: a bed, a mattress, a computer desk and a bookshelf.

phew.


no wonder they give you breakfast.





friday.

i got home yesterday to find a note in the lobby to let us all know that kizzy... (the ancient cat with the loudest meow you'll ever hear) from my post yesterday has passed away... he was 19 years old.


you will be missed.





R.I.P.

on moving.

last night was the last monday night spent in my little apartment. tonight the last tuesday. she was special this one. i enjoyed my time in her. the cozy westend... many people think that the westend lacks neighbourhood... but that's cause they've never lived there. in one month two babies were born on my floor... one in a home made birthing pool.. the other i gave grannie knit sweater's to. the dog park on my street... where i got to know all the dogs by name waaaaay before i knew their owners... i always felt a little weird frequenting the dog park dogless... so i would do so under the premise that i'd just stumbled into the park to do some writing under a tree... and eventually some kind person would invite me to 'the hill' which is where a certain core group of dog park frequenters would hang out after work having a beer or a smoke or a what have you... there's the farmers market every saturday... where i would get my fruit and vegetables for the week and my morning muffin from 'cookies by john'... john you will be missed. my landlord's ancient cat kizzy with the loudest meow i have ever heard... you will be missed. sophie... the british bulldog who rests her heavy head in the palm of your hands... you will be missed. tessie... little black loyal loving dog... you will be missed. the multitude of fabulous boy neighbours... you will be missed. kadoya... the bestest ever sushi... you will be missed, missed, missed...

now. i'm not moving to 'the drive' for any other reason than the opportunity at hand.. in fact i've never even really wanted to live on the east side of vancouver, i would be perfectly happy living in the westend 'forever'... but when opportunities strike that feel right... we must take them in fear of remaining stagnant. so. off i go.. to another neighbourhood that many claim to be 'the only place to live if your a vancouver dyke'. well. my expectations are high. they include a warm welcome, a sense of community.... ummm... let me re phrase that.. i have no doubt that there is a great sense of community... but is it an all welcoming/non-judgemental one??, i expect eye contact and smiles while walking down the street, 'hello' or 'how's it going?' when i enter one of the many talked about and popular establishments... in short i expect all the same neighbourly things that i have been granted living in the westend. i'll keep you posted.



from one neighbourhood to the next.




tuesday.

Dear Blog...

i hope you don't feel betrayed... but this morning i did it. i registered for a myspace account. not to worry... i won't be using it as a blog, as you are my one and only, and i would never put you in that awkward position. i'm planning on using it as further distraction regarding the task at hand... whatever that may be. and possibly for some small book and film reviews. all bad and angsty poetry will remain with you. i'm truly sorry if i have offended you in any way. i am weak and caved under the pressure.

I hope you can find it within your screen to forgive me.




sincerely,


TTV



for those of you who are myspacer's please add me. it's telling me that i don't have any friends. this makes me sad.

http://www.myspace.com/vitaandvirginia

i'm so tired. that's what happens when you have a 3 hour nap on a sunday afternoon... amidst boxes and junk. and then you stay up for hours reading love letters between vita and virginia.

packing always makes me so nostalgic. packing photos/ letters/ old cd's/ old magazines/ old underware...(don't ask)... i start revisiting, thinking of things i haven't thought of for years... (since i packed up the last time).. wrapping dishes i even start reading old newspapers. packing up an apartment is really the only time i get rid of a substantial amount of unwanted/ unused stuff... how does one person hoard so much stuff?? in my new abode i'm going to make a conscious effort to not sit on such a large amount of material good's... give it away.

soon i'm going to write a piece about all the differant places i've lived in. starting with the house i grew up in... each of these homes played a part in building me and i want those parts documented.



pride is approaching.
the bookstore is a blessing.
cherries are finished.
and
apricots are in season.



monday.

ode to my throat part... JUST KIDDING!!!!!

hahahahaa.... cause i know everyone is just SO interested in being CONSTANTLY updated on my throat situation... today is day 16 of said throat infection (properly termed Adenoid Virus)... she has moved over and is now ONLY located on the left side of my throat (your right)... the right side (your left) seems to be totally better.. BUT! i have no doubt that before she expires for good we will have chance to revisit the right (your left) side.

and in other news...

i have started to clear out my apartment... my plan is to get rid of junk and other non-movable shit before i start putting things in boxes; which i don't yet have... so you can get an idea of what we're looking at here, on the weekend i hauled out three huge garbage bags of stuff from ONE closet.

last night i started to go through some drawers that house such items as take-me-out menus, old bill stubs, my little chicken wings vet info, and marijuana remnants...so... as i'm doing this i start thinking about identity theft (oviously) and i briefly think to myself... 'hmmm.. you should probably take these papers to work and shred them' however, because i'm now on a role (papers flying and wildly pitching shit into kitchen catchers) i just tell myself i'm being paranoid and keep going. i mean who would want to steal my identity anyways??? ok... so after about 30 minutes of hardcore paper pitching i tire and decide its time to take the trip out to the dumpster. now... i don't know whats going on in your neighbourhood??? but in my neighbourhood the garbage collectors are slackers!!! and lately our dumpster has been not so much a 'dumpster' but more of a mini town dump. soooo.... i attempt to find a space in the mini dump for my sack of readily available fraud materials and continue on my way. after all that hard work i'm now ready to make use of the found marijuana remnants and tuck in for a thrilling evening of canadian idol.

this morning on my way to work (i leave through the alley cause it shaves about 18 seconds off my morning journey.. and when you start at 8am EVERY SECOND COUNTS!!) i am HORRIFIED to find my fraud materials strewn all over the alley!!!!!!!! FUCK! so, because i'm late and don't have time to pick everything up and find the bastard who's surely identity frauding me RIGHT NOW!! i just walk to work rolling my eyes the entire way.

soooooo..... not only is some bastard going to be manuvering in this world claiming to be me.... MY LANDLORD IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




tuesday.



P.S. don't freak out!! i'm not a total idiot... the really important things like love letters and hate mail and stuff... i ripped into a million pieces.

Ode to my Throat... Part Deux.

she seems to be a tad better... but i really don't want to jinx her, so thats all i'll say for now... EXCEPT! that my swab came back negative... so because i've learned its much more usefull to be your own doctor, i've decided that its gotta be either allergies or a veeeeeeeery long lasting bastard of a virus..(since of course i've ruled out all the other possible causes... the bird flu, an std, throat cancer)
thank you N for the wise advice, i think you may be right.
and. thats all i'll say on the matter.

i haven't packed a single box yet. and since i'm going to be working at Biz Books on Saturdays now... YEAHHHHHAOOOOO!!! (i'm really excited... the store is great and the gals i met seem like superb folk to work for... i feel blessed once again to be part of such an inspiring team!!!! BOOK STORES ARE HOT!!!) i fear that moving may be a tad stressfull.... but i will make sure to be conscious of my breath, and have a fridge full of tequila and beer.


happy friday.











psssst: i saw you yesterday... sitting there back turned. i don't know what to say...

ode to my throat.

o! throat. o! throat.
you make me croak as if i am a goat.

o! throat. o! throat.
please move along and far away like a gong.........................show.

o! throat. o! throat.
i worship you and your lengthy ways but alas! my tonsils are frayed! frayed! frayed!

be gone!!!! i say!! o! throat. o! throat.

and i don't even smoke...................................cigerattes.

o! throat. o! throat.

you make me grumpy.

blah.