Hemlines Will Flare.

I feel like I've been blogging a lot lately, but nothing really significant has been happening. I'm just coming off as the least interesting person in the world.

In other not very interesting news, Daniel and I tried to rig the candy machine at work today, to get all of the candy. It didn't work. We're going to bring a coat hanger tomorrow and try again. We will get the candy! Once, back in the days of my youth (Sigh. Nostalgia.) when we were hanging out at Smitty's alot, there was a candy machine that someone melted the side of, so we fished our fingers around and took SO much candy. I had candy in all the pockets of my clothes and compartments of my purse.

I feel like an office drone. Corporate Canada has gotten hold of me and it's not good. I'm always telling office stories that seem good when you're in the office because everybody's wearing black and gray, but when you get outside everybody's wearing bursts of blue, shocks of green, colourful patterns and then all of a sudden you're great office stories seem to be lacking in everything that makes a great story.

I love when friends write "Wash Me" on cars. It just shows how much they care.

You know those moments when you feel truly alive? Like you're on a train leaving Paris and you think, I want to fucking change the world? I was feeling exactly the opposite today, so I went into my fridge, took a real lemon and squeezed it right into my mouth. That woke me up.