jour du random

i tried my new hemp protein-- the stuff that i bought with my last fifteen dollars the day before i found out the reason i only had fifteen dollars was because nobody at andy's restaurant knows how to use a debit machine and charged me $100 for a $20 meal. if i didn't love their sushi so much, i might leave a horsehead on their doorstep. ok, i'm being a bit rash-- i haven't yet confronted them about their mistake. anyway, the hemp protein is fucking fantastic. it's got 11g of fibre, 12g protein, a great texture and i felt superb all day. i didn't even have to use the bathroom urgently at work-- at all actually. i honestly can't remember any day that this has happened. thank you, hemp protein. i will give all the credit to you.
my day was actually pretty good. not too often i can say that-- especially working on a busy saturday. lots of fair and amicable customers, lots of being appreciated by them. the l-theanine and flower essences continue to work their magic by assisting my emotions in their attempt at stabilization. good on ya, those. good samples-- my favourites: french bread and pesto, sea salt n' vinegar kettle chips and soyamaze dip (canola oil galore, but tasty) avec rice crackers. for lunch, i had a lovely mixed vegetable coleslaw and garlic bean salad with half an avocado (thanks, rebecca) and i still felt awesome. ta da!
got a call from nicole, the NV manager in amherst. we talked shop and planned to talk more shop. nice to trashtalk my old place of work-- what a horrible company. they treat their devoted workers like such shit.
after work, i came home, chatted with g while he made a card for michelle. i ate a raw jumbo soydog that i cut up, and with chopsticks, dipped into ketchup and soy mayonnaise. then i toasted some kamut bread, which i ate with soynut butter and grapefruit-banana preseves. poured some soymilk into my maw. inuit. adrian called, i met him at the ocean and we went for a walk around the hood, smoking on the way (i love our city), and finally ending up behind st. pat's-- shooting the shit. he's a got a good ear, and a good head on his shoulders to support them. elling strolled up, we shared some strange and wonderful tales-- and perhaps found a few of life's important answers in a page ripped from a robert someone book.
barely resisted buying healthy junk at the store, returned home and worked the lettering for michelle's 30th birthday card, "have a really cool birthday." i didn't even get to sign it. i wasn't invited. i think it was an oversight.
went online, yadda blah hello
walked downtown to go to pat's play "wonton heartache" even tho i didn't think i'd make it there tonight. i went alone. stopped into michelle's birthday supper at opa! and sat for five minutes listening to her friends tell cute stories while g ogled a sexy twin. i hugged michelle, who wondered why i wouldn't stay, told g i would see him at home if he didn't want to go to said play, and went alone. i kind of abhor (if you can kind of abhor anything) standing in lines. i say kind of, because i also kind of enjoy it. in the line to attend a play, lots of annoying conversations take place. first, there's always someone pointing to a program and commenting on their friend who's in the play. they say this loudly, so everyone can hear that they have cool theatre connections. second, there's just generally a lot of pretentious conversation going' round. and even tonight, during the fringe festival (and not to shit on the fringe festival, cause it's great), i got a faceful of both types of conversation. but, i also got to smile with pride when a gaggle of sexy girls were discussing mary janes (a style of shoe, boys), and saying that they love them, but that they can't bear to wear them because they don't exactly look cute on a size 11 foot. one girl said, "yeah, i even think that and i wear a size 8." ha! blast you all! my little size 5 feet look kinder-hot in the three pair of mary janes own. you: one up on my belly. me: one up on your feet.
so the play was funny, especially pat's neurotic character. worth $6. bought two packs of chocolate pastilles from the spring garden shoppers which was a) stocked for halloween (candy, not makeup-- blah!) and b) polluted with student bodies. gross. lots of groups of people out tonight. very few lone humans-- except for the cute skater who's was all like "what's up, dude?"
and now i'm here, g's home and doing emperor palpatine/darth vader skits with lego characters right in front of my face, so i sent him to bed-- even tho they were pretty funny.