Thursday, July 28, 2011

TGIF

Does everyone have a soul-sucking day job like I do? Seriously, I think I can hear it leaving my body every day I show up for work. For those of you (4 people) reading who love their jobs, you can suck it. Not because I hate you, because I am jealous. J'adore all 4 of you, please keep reading! Mwah!

Today I disliked my job more than I ever have for a variety of reasons. Some old and tired reasons, some new and enlightening ones. How thrilling is that? Finding new reasons to dislike my only source of income. Oh joy.

*sigh* Maybe I've just been at it for too long. I see others around me and they still seem to have their souls in tact. Or perhaps they have been completely turned into zombies disguised as happy human workers, or they just go home and cry themselves to sleep. Or,OR dare I suppose, there are some people that actually enjoy what they do for a living. I don't think I do. I know I don't. But I guess I haven't quite figured out what I want to be when I grow up.

So instead of wanting to jump into oncoming traffic, or call in sick everyday, I should look at the bright side. Friday is in our midst. I can almost touch it, enjoy it, taste it, get drunk with it, sleep in after with it ! Oh Friday my dear, why must you be so cruel and leave me so quickly just to return and toy with my feelings for one day?? Why? But I'm so glad you're here...

Have a happy Friday mes amies and enjoy your weekend!
xx
mh

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I love Cats

I have a secret girl-crush (well, not so secret after I hit "publish"). Cat Deely from So You Think You Can Dance. She's rather mesmerizing, non?

Her shiny hair that's always a different style, her willowy stature that I could only dream of. Don't pretend like you've never gawked at her lovely legs. They are so awesome and I wish I could buy them and plant them on myself. And even if she's styled and doesn't choose her own clothes, she wears everything so well. Did I mention her shiny lovely hair and how willowly wonderful she is?

Best of all - the fact she's British automatically makes her so much more attractive to the gauche North American ear. She could cuss you out til the cows come home, and yet, you'd still love her. She's the best thing on reality television right now. *swoon*.

I shout it from the rooftops, I LOVE CAT DEELY. She's so dreamy.

xx
mh

Monday, July 4, 2011

I agree to Terms and Conditions of my upgrade


Happy Belated Birthday – to moi!! In real life, I actually share my birthday with a few friends. In non-real life, I share my birthday with good old creepy Thomas Cruise Mapother IV aka Tom Cruise and now I’ve discovered Julian Assange – Wikileaks founder. How scandalous!

Now I don’t know how they feel about their birthday being on July 3rd. Okay maybe Mr. Assagne doesn’t care because he didn’t grow up in North America and Mr. Cruise is rich enough to buy a birthday every day for himself if he really wanted to.

I have my opinions (but of course!!). Stuck between Canada’s birthday (July 01) and American Independence (July 04), I can’t say it’s always been a party about me!
As a child, the parties were almost non-existent since school was out. All I ever wanted was a party at McDonald’s in the train caboose parked outside the restaurant. Sounds stupid now, but time’s were simpler then *sigh*

As an adult, I looked forward to making up for those lost pinata smackin’, donkey tail pinnin’, cake eatin’ extravaganzas. “Oh sorry Mimi, we are going away for the long weekend. Happy Birthday anyway!” Boo on you people and your long weekend holidays. It’s my fuckin' birthday damnit, my present better be in the mail! (ooh did I say that out loud??)

(Not so) many years ago, Poppy started to refer to her birthdays as version upgrades of herself. Version 2.0 turned to 2.1 and legal drinking in the US, V2.8 to V2.9 put us another year closer to the major upgrade to 3.0.

So yesterday was just another scheduled upgrade (and I’m still not gonna tell you what version I am at!). And over the years, the urge to smack a pinata and do jello shots has waned. I now look forward to a perfectly chosen and eloquently written birthday card in the post from my dear Poppy, my texts and calls from Pea and other friends. And now a fancy night out with Murray…it’s all good. Joyeux Anniversaire à moi! Your upgrade has been successful.