Monday, July 28, 2008

Preparing for the worst

This is me. How many months into this little blog experiment and pretty much two to eighty four steps behind where I started out. I say this because I am currently sitting at my computer with a glass of red wine and a book entitled Cat's for Dummies simultaneously begging my friends to take their scrabulous turns (you know who you are you heartless bastards). Oh, and I am also wearing a sundress that is hiding the pudge of oncoming menstrosity, that I can only liken to a moo moo. I think I'm giving up. I'm not sure what to do, outside of moving out of this city, to meet a decent fella. Or at the very least have a whole lot of fun with a not so decent one. I'm not above it at the moment. I think I'll be past this mope fest once flow's left town and I take my 3 day beach weekend. 'Cause as much as I miss man touch. I love this city far too much to leave it. Rapes, muggings, murders and all. They just add character. PIZAAAAAAZ.

All in all, although my weekends have been boyless, they have been quite filling. Notable mention would be this past Saturday at Yakatori Boy when we took to the mic to sing "I wanna dance with somebody" and there was a room full of strangers dancing on chairs. Must go back soon.

In other news, my old roomie is moving in with her boyfriend, which means she's taking the cats. So we decided to get kittens. Now I will officially be crossing the line from person who lives with cat lady, to official cat lady. But cuteness overrides all. I'm OK with it.

Gah, oh well. I'm going to glass number two and will top it off with my Monday night listening to This American life. Tomorrow night, back to the prowl. I will be going with friend to see We Are Scientists at Johnny Brenda's. And I'm sure all I'll be returning with is a belly full of beer and my feets sore from dancin.

Monday, July 14, 2008

I fell

So, nothing really is happening on the man front. I'm alright with that. I have enough going on that I am satisfied with the non touch. So in a moment of complete nerdery last weekend, I decided to walk down to the Ritz to catch a movie by myself rather than go to my weekly yoga class. Besides I think all of my muscles have atrophied due to lack of use, so much so that I almost walked out of class 2 weeks ago. The only reason I didn't was to avoid mortification, but that mortification caught up to me in the form of many failed attempts at a headstand, against a wall. 

Anyway, I had heard about this movie called The Fall. It was directed by Tarsem Singh, who directed The Cell and the Losing My Religion video. This movie was at the 2006 Toronto Film Festival and was kind of overlooked, until directors David Fincher and Spike Jones noticed it. 

The story gets a little silly at times, but that's forgivable because of how beautiful it is. Go to the link and watch the trailer. Right now it's playing at one of the Ritz. I saw it at the Bourse, but my coworker saw it at a different one last weekend. The only recognizable actor is Lee Pace from Pushing Daisies. The only way I can describe it is if Pan's Labyrinth and The Princess Bride mated. 

So good. 

An aside. As I'm writing this sidehugs sent me a text. I hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks after he text cancelled on me for the 4th time. And I get "What's up motorboat?" What a turd. I will try to just ignore instead of sending an angry text back.