Someday we'll all wear a crown. Someday we'll be the fairest of them all.

2005-11-03 at 9:54 a.m.

Some person caught Ashlee Simpson drunk and climbing on counters at the McDonalds that I walk by twice a day on Bloor Street (Lissa, you probably passed it on the way to the ugly ugly ROM).

Perhaps its not a good sign when McDonald employees start yelling at you and threatening to call their managers because you're drunk and stupid.

If you feel so inclined, but really don't waste ten minutes of your time to download this as I did, you can watch it here.

I'm not in a good mood and I have a headache. I've also developed an eye-twitch from not sleeping (plus being woken up for the last three days by construction work overhead) which is just so very attractive.

No one knows where our manager is so I haven't been paid yet. Also, our freezer is broken so all our fruit and sorbet has melted. I would so love not having to go into work today.

And yesterday, my super came to yell at me because I was return to sender-ing the girl who lived her before's mail instead of giving it to him. She was mad because she didn't get her bus pass for November. Well Jesus Christ, this isn't your address anymore. I'm not going to hold your effing mail for you so that you can come pick it up when its convenient for you. Go to the post office and change your damn address.

UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been listening to this song (#9) by the boy's band. It's just lovely. The singer has red hair. You don't have to try very hard with me if you have the red hair.

My apartment smells like citronella for some reason.

speaking at length + speaking in lines