Saturday, October 15, 2005


Listen you post-hungry bitches! I'm not just, like, your little post monkey that posts things for your enjoyment! Wait...I guess that is what I try to do. Ok FINE! ;) Well, I have nothing that interesting to say today. I have been kind of a wretched bitch lately and see no signs of that clearing up. Sometimes, it's well deserved, sometimes not. I tend to function on two planes: letting people walk all over me, or seeming like an inflexible turbo bitch to avoid it. Which is worse?

Anyway, last night after an irritating day I went out for pumpkin ale at The Merchant Ale house. But, apparently it wasn't fermented yet! Blasted! I settled for a few glasses of Pinot Grigio instead. I saw the ex. We spent some time together. I actually had fun with him, despite the sometimes volatile emotions between us. He shaved his beard though and left a moustache - he's an eccentric guy, what can I say - and kind of looks like a 70's porn star with the stache. But he was all cute with his brown sports jacket and black slacks and Chuck Taylor's and porn star stache. We - Forrest and I - ended up venturing to the Mansion House, a bar we used to frequent A LOT with our friends when we were dating. This picture reminds me of those times - though Forrest isn't in the picture. It was really weird to be there again, it was the scene of so many crimes. Times we drank too much, and times we took too much for granted. I remember after Forrest left for Katimavik, our friends and I would go there and bang beers on the table in his honour. And then, things changed. I guess he was gone too long, and we thought he'd never return? I don't know, but that Autumn at the Mansion House was the end of an era. Things were never the same after that. It was one of those moments in time when you have no cares and everything is a big party, and then reality hits you and you always look back fondly.

Uhm anyway enough about that. This morning, I went to the trainer's. He made me do some CRAZY shit. He has me doing these step up things as fast as I can, and I hate them they're one of my least favourite drills but he made me do 100 reps. It was sick. I wanted to die. More than once I think I told him I hated him. But it felt good to accomplish it. Although, despite all I still feel totally gross today. It was sunny this morning but then took a windy/cold turn and I felt like I couldn't get the cold out of my bones since my mother left the windows open. I slept much of the afternoon only to wake to my mother's bad mood. I dread when she gets busy at work, because you can never fully trust that she won't bite your head off and eat it for dinner.

Sigh.

I guess it could be worse? I could be...Michael Jackson?

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just jumped over from dListed! And both you and MK have posted, so all is well in the world.

This was a great introspective. It's cool you are still friends with your ex. I saw mine a couple summers ago in Boston, but it freaked me out, and I ran down an alley! She had the same damn ugly hair and I just didn't want to look at it. I am a fucking guy, and I have a better cut!

It's funny about life's chapters. Some you want to cherish, some you want to run away from. At the same time I was dating this chick in Boston, I had a huge apartment with my best buddy. It was in a shitty part of the downtown, with hookers out front, and gun battles between dealers, etc. We had the best time, even though much of it sucked. (The rent was perfect . . cheap!)

I spoke with him today, as we live several states apart now. He is such a great guy, but we always end-up spending much of the time talking about Boston, etc. And most of the non-stop humor emerges from all the sucky/scary times we had in that old building.

Great post!

4:56 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

Aww I don't even know these people and I feel nostalgic for you! hehe...I wouldn't say the ex and I are quite "friends" but we certainly try. The hurt feelings and bitterness are still very fresh.

I always feel introspective in the fall. Well, I always do during every season but MORE in the fall. It reminds me of school-years gone by and such, y'know?

5:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe it has to do with the end of summer. During the summer we run around livin' & lovin', than fall helps us remember all fun shit we did when it was warm.

5:40 PM  
Anonymous luís said...

post more pictures of you having fun sarah. that was a great read. and the picture made it better!
sorry for my broken english!
have a great week!
i love you!
luís

8:07 PM  

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