it's ok... i'm still alive.

so i spent most of last week trying not to die. so far, it seems as though i've been successful. it's the sickest i think i've ever been. i'm still sick, but unless the germs are just messing with me, i think i've got them right where i want them now.

can you believe t and i have been together for six months? who would have thought it would last this long? i'll tell you who. she did (t). wanna know who didn't think it would last this long? actually, i'd rather not mention her name.

six months. and how did we celebrate? well, t left the province. we celebrate a lot of things that way. st. valentine's day - i skipped town. that reminds me... easter's coming right up and here i am with no plane ticket booked. oh well... maybe we'll celebrate this one together. i think i've earned it.

enough about t. you all already know how great she is. let's talk about me some more. i am also great (aside from the sickness thing, but as we discussed, i'm winning that battle). good try god. you'll have to do better than that.

also, tomorrow is my last day of work. sort of. i've still been working for the same ad agency i used to work at back in moncton. ok... so "working" might not be the most appropriate word. i work from home. so in actuality, i've still been getting paid by the same ad agency i used to work at back in moncton. it's been a pretty good arrangement in my opinion. but it's time to cut the cord, as they say in the delivery room. it's time i started earning my keep. so i've bought a lottery ticket. what? at least i'm trying. jobs are a lot of work. and i'm old, so i deserve a break. i've been working hard for a long time.

now before you get all "t, you should leave him because he's a bum" on me, shut up for a second and listen to me for a change. i'm kidding. for christ's sake, quit being such a non-joke-getter. i'm looking for a job. i'm actually looking for several jobs. but just not quite ready to settle for something i'm too good for. i'm very smart, you know. and also very capable. so i'll leave all of those piddly little doer jobs for people who can't think. i can think. so i should do the thinking jobs.

ok. i'm sick of talking. i'm only writing this because t is tired of hearing me talk and would prefer to read what i have to say. it's like my six month anniversary gift to her.

things that make you go "hmmm..."

so last week, i was flying back to new brunswick for a $700 coffee with one of my clients. we have to make a stop in hamilton, ontario for some reason (i didn't approve, but they didn't seem to care. apparently it was on the schedule). as the people were boarding my plane (that's right, it's mine - i own it) one guy catches my attention. he's not exactly what i'd consider your typical flyer. he's got a tattoo covering half of his face and running down his neck. a leather jacket with studs and pointy dealies on it. shaved head on the side and long hair on the top dyed blue. you know the type... anti-establishment, fuck all-y'all, look at me because i'm different and won't be pressured into being a normal and productive member of society type... except for one thing. this tough-guy, don't give a shit about anyone, be afraid of me because you don't know what i'm capable of, making a big statement about individuality because aside from this i don't really have any - punk was carrying a frilly, brown pillow to rest his delicate head on during the 1.5 hour flight.

and i quote

(said with extreme disappointment)

"ooooh. i can't fart on your head!"

- t

and...

... yeah.

she's still laughing.

she's a classy gal

my girlfriend... a class act.

we're sitting on the sofa watching tv. she turns to me and burps (on purpose) in my face. well... my ear. luckily i decided not to look at her at that exact moment. then she proceeds to laugh her ass off.

am i lucky or what?

taking bets

so our stuff is supposed to arrive tomorrow. saturday. that's what our driver told us last night. but i'm betting that it won't actually get delivered. something will inevitably happen to delay delivery. i'm willing to wager my soul. any takers? willing to bet their soul against mine?

something else...

i'm pretty sure k has a non-sexual crush on me. consider this comment on t's blog: "Seriously Therese, if I wasn't so besotted with you I'd be in love with the man."

now, i don't know what besotted means, but that doesn't take away from the fact that he's almost in love with me. and who could blame him? actually, i think k's pretty neat too. he's good people. and don't try to convince me otherwise. at least not without photographic or video proof.

i wish i could say that this is the first time this has happened. a previous boyfriend of t's also had a crush on me. though i think his was a bit more... ummm... what's the word? homosexual. yes. that's the word. in fact, that's how t and i met. her gay ex-boyfriend had a secret crush on me and introduced us while they were dating (she didn't know at the time that he was a rocket man) - honest mistake. though i always suspected it.

so things may or may not be back to normal tomorrow. i hope they are. i have so much tv to watch. plus, i promised a post about superman and i need my home computer to post it.