A lesson in humility

Learning how to play an instrument as an adult is very intimidating. My guitar callouses are in their tiny fetal stages and it still hurts to play the simplest things.

Like the lick for "Cow Town Boogie" courtesy of an acoustic theory book.

I was starting to master it when a five year old piano prodigy appeared on Leno at that exact moment.

I did it

I left the ISP clutches of Rogers and Bell behind and went with a smaller local company.

I talk to the same person each time- and she REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY!

Take that rogers customer 34964220!!!

Family

They're awesome.

I have no doubt that I would be raving on some mode of ttc transportation without their support.

And now back to my sketchbook and Popeye candy sticks.

Visa = Satan

The less money I have- the more credit the fine people at VISA attempt to offer me.

*Left a health draining shift job and they TRIPLED my limit.
*Visited a bank branch to switch account plans as I can scarcely afford my monthly bank fee rape and they informed me that I would be approved for another increase-should I want one.

Actual response: NO!

Expected Response: I leap over the counter and hug both tellers before dousing their heads in gatorade. The applauding crowd would then carry me outside to my cherry red Vespa scooter. I hop on it in a carefree "Tampax Understands" manner before driving off to shop at my favourite designer vintage stores.

I didn't put my metropass on you because I wanted to VISA.
OSAP will be my primary four-lettered slavemaster until further notice.

Ah the blog went AWOL again.

Though in my defence I spent a good chunk of this month unable to stand or sit in a vertical position. Thank you Spinal Tap. If someone tries to remove spinal fluid from me again, I will be forced to break out my mace.

Euphemisms

According to an informative Royal Bank poster rich= "financially active".
"Ask about special features for our more financially active customers."

It was in Yorkville. Oddly enough I never saw that poster when I worked in Rexdale.

The prodigal blog

It's been well over a year since this blog took its inheritance and left to find itself.

After traveling through western Europe on a Contiki 18-35 singles bus tour, it has returned penniless and riddled with a combination of Australian phone numbers and chlamydia.

It pounded on my door last night to crash on the futon as though it had never left.

Typical.