I don't know how you people do it.

I have gone to 3 interviews today, and I have one more in an hour and a half, and I'm already outside the building, bc it is so far away, I left super early. My second interview today was in the industrial area of Vancouver, off Marine Drive, and I wound up walking 30 blocks to get there, up hill, downhill, and through a forrest path. By the time I got there, I only had the energy to grunt out a few answers, and my hair was completely 'fro-like.
I have entered the world of on-line dating! Yes. It has come to this.
I have had 3 responses, and I am excited by this. My only fear is that someone will meet me and run. Run for their lives...
Here is my write-up!

Metrosexuals need not apply!! I like my men to be..man-like. I like men with sweaty blue-collar careers and who can fix things. I'd like someone who can fix things, because I tend to break things.
I am a very friendly girl who likes to laugh and drink beer with friends. Into joking around, creativity, honesty, dive bars, tooling around commercial drive, exciting pants, photography, art galleries, music from the 30's, Modest Mouse, Guided By Voices, not-online-dating, grandpas and grandmas, The Pretenders, Patti Smith, various cheeses, working out somewhat, and of course, beer that comes in stubby bottles.
You must be: nice to your mother, unattached, no kids, and no head games. No psychos, please. Well, maybe.
I'm 28 years old, brown eyes and hair, and get along with almost everyone.

let me know what you think! I'm ever so lonely.

I hate 12-14 Year Old Boys

Yesterday I went to swim at Nanaimo's newest and greatest swimming pool for some exersize, and I almost stopped and went home before I left the change room, bc I caught a glance at myself in the mirror. I am heavier than I have ever been, and so I started to mentally talk down to myself- "No WONDER Steve was such an ass to me. My God, I'm repulsive, etc...". But whatever, I knew why I was there, and that was to get some exercize to fix this problem. B U T the pool was crowded with boys of the pre-pubescent variety, and I did NOT not go unnoticed by them. It was like being in grade 7 all over again. I felt like I had been given a beating. I felt like drowning myself.
I swam maybe 4 laps, and as I got out to leave, I could hear the little scrawny fuckers: "There she is!! LOOK!! Holy FUCK!!" They all had tiny little girlfriends who were wearing bikinis and holding onto their boyfriends waists, adoring them. Hoping like hell they never turn into me.
I went and changed in the changing room- I have never been ashamed about my naked body, but now I was. I've been to nudist beaches and I've always portrayed myself as someone who is 'out there' and loud and outgoing and is disgusted by people who are self concious bc of some physical issue because I am so OVER trying to fix up tiny 'flaws' so they can feel more attractive to men. And there I was trying to slam my body into my clothes before I was dry, in front of women. On my way out, I saw some girls who couldn't have been more than 9 years old, and they were putting on foundation, and powder, and mascara, and I felt more sorry for them than I did of myself.
The End. By Wendy

I want to move to Albuquerque

What does anyone know about New Mexico? Can I move there without a passport, visa, or green card? I think I want to live there. My life will have meaning....in Albuquerque!!! Me and my 9 yappy chiwawa's -or howver the fuck you spell that. I will train them to make and bring my lime margueritas. I will also lie on my stomach while they walk over my back.
Hmmm. I think I am a disturbed, creepy person.

whoops.

I just noticed that the title of my last entry can be read to make me look like a racist!! However, I was just sitting there, trying to think of a title for my blog and I overheard Luigi, the chef on the Simpsons, say, "See? You see how you scum."
Anyhoo, I rented The Notebook and have ripple chips and dip so I am going to sit in front of the tube and stuff my face and cry about someone's fictional love life. Then, I will lie awake in bed and panic about how I will never find love again. It will not be a pretty night. Not even a little bit.

I really really hate the name ''Cory'', and also, ''Corey''

For the record I want it to be known that there is really no problem with the split of Steve and I (not that there was much to split) because he has the smallest wang I have ever seen. It is a mere 2.5 inches in length, and maybe a 3/4 in diameter. Exes of mine, BEWARE, bc I am a bitter, bitter, woman!!

Also, I am going to meet my friend Densel at the Pub 340. I have a coldsore (again! what the fuck!) and I don't care!!

At my work, there is a department called perfume.com, and one of my co-workers ordered a perfume that smells like brownies. I mean, it smells just like a frigging brownie. I am wearing some of course. I rock.

Steve Rayner is an idiot.

That guy I had been seeing for like, 1-2 weeks turned out to be a total head case. That's a switch- I don't think its ever NOT been me who proves to be the train wreck. I saw him at the Cambie, and he was sitting there by himself. I didn't want to look like a stalker, so I pretended I didn't see him and went to the other side, into the big hug comfort of the smoking room. A big hug from your Auntie Elaine, who blows smoke in your face and hangs her cigarette over your shoulder dangerously close to your hair. Anyways, he sees me and tells me he is hanging out with his skinhead friends tonight, which is fine. I never made plans with him. However, these skinheads fail to ever show up (not the racist kind of skinhead) and Steve doesn't even try to cover up the fact that he's lying. Anyways, he tells me he wants to see other people, and I tell him to go right ahead, but I am too jealous to bother with that crap. This evening probably doesn't sound like any big deal; its just that everything leading up to it looked fairly promising, and them he goes a bit mental. The remainder of the evening, he proceed to act like a total dick to me, going as far to suggest that he had no respect for me, which I know is bullshit. I can not respect someone who is such a fucking coward that they can't find the balls to tell you what is on their peabrained minds straight to your face, and instead pull the jackass bit so that you break up with them instead.
Anyways, whatever.
I am getting really tired of this city. It seems like I never win. My rent takes over one entire paycheck, and the other one can barely keep me full of beer and food. I may have to start whoring out my roommate.
Come visit me and make me feel better. I need reassurance!!! Reasurrance!!