Antsing for Ice-Cream

"What do you do, go onto Google and type in 'crap'?"

I swear, I don't know how my brother finds some of this stuff.

Click here to see what I mean.

On a not completely unrelated note, have you ever thought of changing your career due to something you've seen on TV? It's not me, but it's someone I know, and I thought it was hilarious. Just imagine you're a CGA or some other sort of successful financial position, and you decide to become a safety inspector at your local nuclear power plant because Homer Simpson makes it look like fun. It's not exactly that, but that's as close as I can get without really giving it away. I've already said too much.

I slept most of the hours away today after work and now I'm antsy to go out. I tried to coax my brother out for ice cream, but that surprisingly didn't work. Apparently he's got better things to do, like watch SCRUBS for the nth time over and search for crap on the internet. After such a great chillin' day yesterday, all I want is more time like that.

Yesterday after work (and a short nap) Shmelly and I headed down to the beach with the intent of meeting up with some friends on the volleyball courts. However, on the way we kept getting distracted, first by the pretty houses leading down to the beach, and then by the little booths and kiosks selling all of the crap that I love, and finally by our favourite store on Queen Street: ENDS. By the time we parked by Ashbridges, we were both sporting a new pair of sunglasses and had other new articles of clothing in the car, waiting to be worn.

Walking along the boardwalk in a lazy attempt to find our friends--since it was rather late by then, we didn't actually expect to find them still playing--we ran into random handfuls of other friends instead which was just as nice. After rounding the bend we started to head back, but not before stopping at the ice cream truck for a couple of twist cones to accompany us for the walk to the car. From there we were going to head for dinner at a randomly chosen sushi restaurant nearby, but ended up cruising home (the scenic route) for home-cooked chicken by mum-mum.

Why can't all days be like that?

But alas, here I am at home, blogging and so far beating Boo at Literati. I am also nursing a nasty sunburn from the weekend. I'm not wearing a tank top, but it looks like I am. Gross. Anyone want to go for ice cream with a lobster?
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Song of the Moment: "Walk Away" - Christina Aguilera

What do you do when you know something's bad for you
but you still can't let go?

I was naive, your love was like candy
Artificially sweet, I was deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web and I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed and devoured completely

And it hurts my soul cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need
To walk away from

I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
Get away, walk away, walk away. . .

I should have known that I was used for amusement
Couldn't see through the storm; it was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds, but the venom seeps deeper
We both can seduce, but darlin' you hold me prisoner

Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need

Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn
And everywhere I turn,
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need
To walk away from

I need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you

Every time I try to grasp for air
I am smothered in despair
It's never over, over, oh oh
Seems I'll never wake from this nightmare,
I let out a silent prayer
Let it be over, oh

Inside I'm screaming, begging, pleading no more

Now what to do, my heart has been bruised
So sad but it's true, each beat reminds me of you

It hurts my soul, cause I can't let go
All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my sufferin'
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cause I, I keep going right back to the one thing that I need

Oh, I'm about to break, I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your allure, and I'm fiendin' for a cure
Every step I take leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing that I need

Oh, I can't mend this torn state I'm in
Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn and everywhere I turn
I keep going right back to the one thing
that I need
To walk away from

Need to get away from you
Need to walk away from you
get away, walk away, walk away