Well, Monday I went and signed the papers for my house to go up for sale. Yesterday, the realtor dropped off a lockbox. Now I wait to see if it sells. I hope it's soon. Even if it doesn't sell, I'm out of here on November 21 to the US until Christmas.

Not much is new lately. Been busy and haven't had time to list my house yet but hopefully that happens tomorrow. I've also been added to The Gateway.

Well, another birthday came and went on the 14th. They used to be more fun when you were little. Excitement over presents and seeing relatives. My experience might be different than any others but there's not really presents anymore, some people have forgotten about it and then there's the getting older thing and thinking about whether you're at the place in life that you thought you would be at the age you are or not.

I haven't had much time to talk to my girlfriend lately which kinda sucks. She's really my best friend and I talk to her about a lot of things and for long periods of time sometimes. This last week I haven't talked to her for more than maybe 20 minutes each night. She was gone from Friday until today so those days, today not included, I didn't get to talk to her at all.

There's some other stuff that's bugging me too but I can't really talk about it on here or it has the possibilities of getting me in trouble. Also, I can't sell any of my cars to save my life. People have called about the Mirada but only one came and looked and obviously didn't buy. A couple people might've called on the Neon but apparently don't know how to use an answering machine.

Anyway, that's my extremely uplifting update for today. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Who says animals don't have personalities?

I believe my cat has a shoe insole fetish. I have a pair of old work boots that, ever since I've brought her home, she's been into them, trying to get the insoles out. Now that she's almost full grown, she gets them out easily and now they're her favourite toy. She transports them around the house, attacks them, bats them around. For whatever reason, I came home today and she had both of the insoles pulled out of my Dr. Martin workboots too. She also has this weird thing of biting people when you play with her. She doesn't do it hard but after she bites, she licks where she bit.

At 7 AM this morning, I was almost hit by a drunk driver. Yes, 7 AM. How do I know he was drunk? He was driving slowly (~35km/h), hitting the brakes randomly and the to top it off, he hits the brakes and kinda coasts over to the left. I think he's making a left turn without using his signal. Suddenly he cuts right, almost hitting the corner of my car and stopping at the curb. I drive by and glare at him, seeing he's kinda slumped over his steering wheel. I should've called the cops.

Libra September 23 - October 23

You won't be hit by a bus this week, exactly. Circumstances will unfold so that you're traveling at almost 100 miles an hour when you strike a stationary bus.

This past weekend the crew from Saskatoon (Clayton, Dawn, Vance, Ian, Angie) made the adventure down for Barb's birthday. Before heading out to the Gaslight, we had drinks (mostly shots) in Barb's basement. Barb made the "good" ones, I made the intentionally bad ones. The best one I made involved a little of everything from Barb's bar except the Talisker and Chambord. Vance named in "Jizz in the Toilet" after what it looked like in the shaker. After I added all my ingredients and shook it up, it poured into shot glasses looking like silty lake bottom water. Quite the change. And it actually turned out tasting like an After Eight mint even though there wasn't really that much peppermint schnapps in it. The best shot of the night were the Rider shots that Clayton, Vance and I had. The Rider shots were actually straight shots of Absinth. After we were primed up, we went to the Gaslight. Good times were had there. Dig, Steph, Tara, Taneal and Barb's old music teacher showed up. There might've been others but I don't remember. After we were done there, we went back to Barb's place and Clayton and I went to check out Clayton's extraordinarily shitty new winter beater ('82 Olds Cutlass). Moments later, the rest of the gang minus Vance showed up. Ian and I proceeded to rip the bumper off the back of Clayton's Cutlass. Silly rusty framed cars. Clayton didn't want to leave it in the street so we made it fit in the trunk. Made it fit meaning there was still a piece of frame and the shock absorbers still attached to the bumper so it had to be forced into the small opening. We got it wedged most of the way in and Clayton jumped on the trunk lid to make it shut. Aren't beaters great? Best part of the weekend: Barb's mom yelled at Vance for jumping on the car even though he was sleeping in the basement. Good times :D

On a completely different note, I had a real estate agent come look at the house today. I did a mad dash and cleaned up the house as best as I could in 2.5 hours. He's calling me back on a value tomorrow. Hopefully it sells soon. Hopefully the Neon sells soon too. Who wants a Neon? Don't everybody jump at once.