I'm not gay but I do like rainbows.

I won a lovely limo package today- I am taking 10 of my closest lady friends (and one tranny) to Ladies Night at the Skybar here. It is a very hoity-toity club that I would never go to bc I would feel like an old lady and not hot. See, I like to feel hot, so I frequent places that have few, if any attractive people, like the Cambie, the Ivanhoe, and the 340.
Anyhoo, we will be served by shitless male servers,I mean shirtless male servers, and we get a round of drinks (I plan on orderring a drink that has a lot of embellishments- ie- umbrellas, fruit, swords, etc.) and then- strippers! I saw the website and it is loaded with homoerotica. Naked men piled on top of each other. Nice touch.
If I do not break up with my boyfriend, I am going to murder him soon enough. If he thought a flower looked at him the wrong way he would probably swear at it for a good half hour at top volume. While my boyfriends are getting better looking, they are getting worse in quality. Plus, the sex SUCKS!
I'm hungry and I want a hotdog. I keep forgetting that I turned vegetarian today. I have already had a chicken wrap.

Remembering all the Chickens I've Eaten in Vain

Does anyone know the name of that place on Albert, in the South end, on the West side of the street, that was a 2 story billiards with massive chicken wings? I was craving wings today and it came to mind. Jill MacPhearson used to work there...

Bum Whistling

A good name for a puppy, a great name for a junkie!

Leaving Vancouver

I am tired of Vancouver and its 1300/m rent for a fucking one bedroom apartment. I am moving back to Regina with my boyfriend, our dog and my cat. I am ready to be a big fish in a little pond once again! After all, I think that is all I ever really wanted in the first place.

"Facing" the future!

I FINALLY got my tax return and gst back and I am LOADED!!! Canada Student Loans took 82 bucks off my paltry 156 tax return, but that is just fine bc I thought they were going to take the whole thing. THEN I got 175 back in old gst payments!! Whatever shall I foolishly spend it on first??? I FINALLY bought q-tips, and I tell you- if I waste the rest of it on booze and whores, it is fine with me bc I finally bought some damn q-tips. I cleaned my ears 3 times last night and today I feel sexy as ever.

On another note, I am getting tired of jouranalists' quips about that chick in France who got the face transplat. All their better headlines- verbal or written- have some hiddeous 'face' pun included: "Face to Face" or "Could YOU face THIS?" "Face the facts", "Facing a new day". Face my ass, mother fucker!!

On other news, I am no longer interested in having sex with my boyfriend and am considering moving on. However, I have gained weight since we've been together and am certainly in no condition to be out wooing other men. Maybe I could woo fat men. I recently read somewhere that with fat men, their big guts actually pull the inner stem of their wangs into the abdomen, resulting a much smaller penis. Poor fat men. They have no choice but to be funny and have excellent personalities. Hmmm. Sounds like a make-work project for me! Grab a fatty- work him out, thereby giving them the wang they have not seen for so long!! Then, they will be so gratiated, they will want to give me good sex and I will allow this.
The End.
By Wendy
Age 29 3/4

I meet people who remember me from years ago- like from when I was dating Ken, or maybe I even went to their house, or who knows. They explain how I must know them and I stare at them wide-eyed and shake my head. Also, the same thing happens with my address book. I went through it the other day and I was all, "Mike Todd?? Who the fuck is that?" Even in my email short-address list are people I don't remember... Sigh.
It is not because I am too cool to remember people I meet, or that I am simply too much of a mover and a shaker to keep track of all the "little people", but that I am so drunk so often, and really, I can't be held responsible for anything when I am drunk.
Everyone at my work is sick and I am left to run the office (A Piece Of Cake) alone. So, I am of course avoiding doing anything and looking things up on the internet. Aside from Craigslist, blogs of people I know, buy and sell, and hotmail, there is nothing else I can think of to look at.
I am starting at Bikrahms yoga tonight- it is the one where they crank the room up to 35 degrees and they all sit nearly naked in odd positions and is supposed to be great. Anyhoo, I emailed the instructor with some inquiries and this was his response:

I better see you today, Wendy come down and have a talk in person
I lead class tonight at 8pm, but will be around before the 4 and 6 so be sure to come by....
come stretch breathe and have a good time gathering peace and calming your mind and nerves,
and improve the quality of your life and therefore improve the quality of life for everyone that has to share that life of yours with you..........

the harvest of every action reaped starts as a little thought seed
thinking of coming without action is like not planting the seed

Look forward to our meeting.......

pax en tera
cbl

His name is 'Christian Diego Beta'. A hippy on Commercial Drive??? Who would have thought!!

I am thinking of leaving my latest boyfriend. His once endearing dumbness is now affecting me in such a way that when I look at him I see a giant man with slight retardation who could be slightly dangerous. Also, he does not care for belts and I am sick of looking at his freckled Irish ass.