human head!

it is a well-documented fact that i hate lunch. i hate the food court underneath the broadcast centre that offers up inedible fare day in and day out without even attempting to understand what should and could make lunch so great. once i had a chicken salad at the salad place and after the first bite i almost vomited. threw the whole salad away. how do you screw up salad? by being a lunch place downstairs!!!

so today i gave in and tried the vietnamese place that's always super busy and waited in line (which i abhor more than lunch) and went with a hot and sour soup and two shrimp rolls. soup was great, i thought maybe that i'd found my noon salvation.

then i opened the shrimp roll box (2 for $2.50 what a deal!). i picked up a roll and dropped it right away cause it felt exactly like a limp penis. it also smelled like one and the texture was so blindingly bad - plus it's served with a weird brown nutty sauce, that i dumped both uneaten rolls in the trash. now it's almost three and i'm starving.

PATH

path is the best thing in toronto, save for $1 hot dogs. it's like an underground vegas casino but it doesn't have gambling, just marble floors, huge fountains, controlled heat and shops. i love it. even though the people who regularly use the underground walkway probably rarely see the light of day and have trouble breathing fresh air. it's exactly the kind of thing i would build if i had to live in this city for a long time. an underground world for business people so that they never have to be exposed to the elements?! awesome.

Old man take a look at my life

so last week i was riding the streetcar to work and i said down next to the window (my preferred spot) and picked up the Now that was beside me on the other seat. i'm not even reading i'm just flipping cause it's something to do and this old man in front of me turns around and starts telling me he used to write the movie reviews for Now. he's the guy on the streetcar you least want to talk to you because he won't stop talking. i'm being polite and nodding and all of that and he just keeps on talking, says he also used to write for the Toronto Star and how "that there's a real newspaper." then when he could see i wasn't interested he went back to talking at the driver.

when i got off it dawned on me that i could very easily end up like that guy. telling strangers how i used to be somebody and now i just ride the streetcar waiting for a conversation.

personae non person?

ever get the feeling you aren't a person? not in a "what's this growth, am i a freak being?" type thing but more like, if there was an explosion at work and everyone on my floor died, would anyone still know who i am?
people say it takes about a year to really settle in to a new place, make friends and all that rhythm and blues, but i'm usually pretty good at meeting people. i think. or i thought. maybe it's because i'm a haggard 24 now and not an ethereal 20.

damn age. damn non-person.

Voulez vous?

Is there something sick about being addicted to crime shows? Is it weird that I relish with squealing delight a night jam packed with L&O SVU, CSI:Vegas and Miami followed by Criminal Minds?

Am I pervert? AM I??

Working 9 - 5!!

For the last six years of my life I've been convinced that work makes you sick. Not just in an emotional and mental way either, I mean like seriously ill. And now I finally have proof.

I just spent the last two weeks in Vancouver punishing my body. I barely slept, had maybe three glasses of water the entire time, and sacrificed my liver to the cabo wabo gods. And you know what? My skin never looked better, my hair was shiny and I felt great.

Two days back at work and I feel bunged up (ugh constipation), dried up, itchy and my hair looks like a tattered wall hanging. I think I can actually see the air around me and feel it going in and out of everyone else's sick lungs. Not to mention the soreness in my back and shoulders.

Crumb! This is just an awful way to live. Am I the only one suffering so?

Maybe it's Toronto's fault. With its stupid hard water and dirty air and ugly bugs.

My resolution? Build a personal bio-dome to be fitted around my body, allowing me to regulate my own temperature, humidity and cleanliness.