there's only one bush i want taken down

reliable sources say that george bush made himself like an ass tonight during the debate. he went to far as to ask the moderator if he would like to buy some wood. i cackled over that one. like mad!

and the bush i didn't want to be taken down was the one in front of my house. perhaps the new neighbours didn't have enough light in their apartment. but whoever the fuck chopped it down did it in the least aesthetically pleasing of ways-- they just kind of hacked a slew of branches off at the height of the bottom of their windows. so now we have awkwardly-sizedt, amputated, ugly bushes in front of the house. and this is is not only horrific for me because the front of the house looks like ass and the bushes didn't need to be cut, but because our street is been slowly being deforested. first hurricane juan ripped five or so of our nicest trees right out of the ground, then the city or someone obliterated the tree that marked the shortcut on the corner of the street. fuckers. deforesting fuckers. please put the tree back in street.

so i felt pretty rad today emotionally. clinique fucking bonus time. work was enjoyable despite the full-moonesque customers who got pissed because they think i hadn't told them a remedy for age spots, when i had told them three repeatedly: salicyclic acid. lemon juice. buttermilk. they wanted me to give them a product, and weren't happy with a home remedy. and a customer told em that she didn't know anything about a product. asswanks-- really, they are. and the lady who's the bane of my existence (the schlerlogy/blood type teacher) blabbed on to me endlessly during my lunch today: "this is where we'll want the chairs tuesday night i think you should have a registration table and it should go here and face this way where do you think i could store the cookbooks how about here it's not as if you'll go through 5000 sheets of paper before then oh i have too many copies of this one and not enough of oh oh i wish this registration had oh oh oh i am a silly slut" and i wanted to slice her face like an apple. chris came to visit, and kept me company whilst i filled my herb jars. he looked tired, as usual as of late.

went for a walk downtown tonight. saw some first year drunk jocks and heard them yell. toured the spring garden shoppers and found myself some black nail polish. peed at the four points and hung out with blake in his office for a half hour, which was mad fun. returned home. read. wrote. washed the dishes and told stories. needlessly wore my toque in the house. stayed up too late.

meaghan-- this is for you:

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