2007 Outlook

After three months in Vancouver, I'm still living in boxes and for the most part feel like a transient, even though I really am not any longer. My excuse is that I'm waiting for a new couch, which come to think of it, is not much of an excuse. I could've just bought one months ago but of course I procrastinated. So my excuse is that I'm waiting...and I'm sticking to it. I was once told that procrastination is just like masturbation. In the end, all you're doing is fucking yourself. Hah!

I've been on the "settling down" obsession since returning in November. I even bought a car!!! As my sister keeps reminding me, that's a HUGE committment. My feeling though is that if I truly wanted to leave, I would find a way to get rid of the "stuff". It's simply not important enough to hold me back from doing what I want to do. What does stop me is that I owe the new company my first and second child for what they paid to get me out here. Yikes. Luckily I love it more every day and have no intention of going anywhere.


As for my social life, I have been out quite a bit lately. It feels like I've reintegrated back into Vancouver life. Finally. Feels good to be with friends and family on a regular basis again. The picture is of the Red Cross girls and I at a Dessert Party. Yum.

The flip side is that I've given up on dating entirely. I just realized that I had not been on a proper date since May. That's NINE months!!! My God. I used to be so good at this. Looks like I've lost my mojo. Must've misplaced it somewhere in Calgary. Not the only thing I left behind, but the thing I miss the most.

Actually, what I miss the most is meeting guys who actually make an effort. I was interested in this guy recently and after an hour and a half of talking to him, he just asked me to come out and watch his band play. That was it. The kicker is that when I finally did, he just kept on with the sales pitch to come watch him play at another venue. I guess he just didn't have enough groupies. Jesus. I miss the good ol' days when guys asked you for your number, called and you go out for dinner/coffee/drinks. What happened to that? I guess I've just gotten old. Fak that. I'm still going to the Roxy, aren't I? Oh wait....