I was so addicted to Pumpkin Spice Lattes (PSL) last year.

After driving my brother to work all the way at the South Terminal, I discovered that the only place open for coffee on a Saturday at 6AM is Starbucks.  The cops were there, a man walking his fluffy little dog, and a man sitting all alone in a corner nursing his coffee…

 

This month is taking forever to go by.  I am so tired of waking up to the sound of my alarm clock, and running out of my house onto the dark street to catch a ride from my co-worker (“OH SHIT SHE TEXTED ME THAT SHE JUST LEFT 5 MIN. AGO? FUCK.”) When we get to Knight, there’s always construction.  When we get to work, the air always smells a bit like a mix of manure, fish, and gasoline.  Every morning, I sit at my desk and watch the sky slowly get brighter behind the Tree With The Red Leaves (TWTRL).  By the time the sun’s up, my brain will finally have warmed up so I can get some work done. 

Then, it’s just a barrage of phone calls, emails, and faxes. 

It’s a good thing Halloween is at the end of the month.  It’s a good excuse to go wild.

Halloween Pumpkin Potage. Looks easy enough to make, but it would make Halloween too scary if I tried to cook.

“Amakutte kurimi de oishi!!!! (*^▽^*)

“Each year the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin punch that is the most sincere.” – Linus

I never believed in anything when I was a kid. How could I with the parents I had? They were really lame about Santa Claus.  They hid the present under my pillow on the night of Boxing Day, so that my brother and I discovered the presents on the morning of the 27th.  My mom then told us“If you don’t like it, I can take it back and refund it… OH I MEAN, give it back to Santa.”

“Welcome to the Dunbar Haunted House…”

They moved locations this year because of complaints from the locals living at the old site.  It is now located at 8934 Shaughnessy Street (in other words, the middle of nowhere). Imagine getting lost while driving on a secluded road with dark, empty industrial buildings lining the side.  Fog starts floating up, and there’s not a living soul in sight…

Well, there were one or two other cars getting lost along the way to the house too because it’s just so damn hard to find.

The house was really nicely decorated, and the actors were quite good.  I screamed like a little girl.

I left the theatre not really liking this movie (too violent, sinister, disturbing…).  The music was awesome though, so I downloaded the soundtrack.

Kavinsky’s Nightcall was on replay for a while yesterday.  Now, I can’t stop thinking about the movie.  Ryan Gosling on the big screen is probably adding to the obsession.  [I didn’t notice that he remained unnamed throughout the entire movie my buddy pointed it out! Blew my mind. ]

Time to hunt down the book that the movie was based on. 

Got out of bed early on a Sunday morning with no plans, so I listened to some music on my new iPod touch, read a bit of A Rose for the Crown, watched a few episodes of Seinfeld, had some tea… Too bad we emptied the bottle of Moet during Thanksgiving last weekend.  It would have been a nice morning pick-me-up.

Seinfeld’s stereotype of gay men: thin, single, and neat.  Sounds attractive, doesn’t it?

Rewatching Seinfeld.  It’s the best.

Check out their outfits at Stylefeld.

Blog of the Year. 

I’m looking forward to watching his movies, including but not limited to: Drive, Ides of March (Oct. 7, 2011), Blue Valentine, The Gangster Squad (2013), All Good Things, Murder by Numbers…  Guess what I’ll be doing this weekend?

 

 

 

 

According to Wikipedia, he was arrested in 2005 for a DUI.  So he’s not perfect,  but I can live with that. 

The Merchant of Venice at Bard on the Beach was amazing, so I decided to reread the play.

I think this may be my favourite Shakespeare play.  The blatant racism in it makes me laugh.  Poor Shylock.

Some prankster called us at work, and I happened to be the one who picked up the call.  He called in asking about the office printer, so that he could send us an “updated” manual for it.  It all sounded very legitimate and professional, until the end of the conversation.  Just when I was about to end the conversation, he says, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, do you want to have sex?” 

That caught me completely off guard, because he said it so smoothly.  All I could do was laugh, and then I hung up on him.  I should feel more disturbed, but I find it more hilarious how sick and bored people are these days.