your mother will talk about you, your sister and your brothers too. No matter how you try to live, they're gonna talk about you still. So don't you mind people grinning in your face..."
So I went out last week, and after a conversation I had with my mom about thong underwear, I bought her a few pairs with a lime green camisole. I guess she can't find the kind she likes, and she always likes mine, so I basically just shopped for myself and gave them to her. And she loves lime green, so I just added that top in there. I was going to wrap it up for her, as I even got a box from the store, and then I thought...nah, I'll just give it to her early. She liked it, and was a bit surprised. Exchanging gifts is not an absolute certainty within our family anymore, and it's okay. There is no negativity because of it, it's just how things are.
I've heard things recently that have made me extremely mad, and I've second guessed my decision to reply in a hastful manner. The fact is, this person brings out the worse in me, and I'm not that person anymore. I've grown a lot in the past couple of weeks, and I've been absolving myself of all of the petty, unimportant, usless crap that used to make me mad. On that same token, I'm also ridding myself of emotional vampires. Life is good right now...better than good really.
I hope to go up to Fort MacMurray when Wayne comes back from his trip to New Brunswick; hopefully the dude e-mails me or something. I've wanted to go up there for a super long time, and now would be as good a time as any.
I ran into Amy, a friend from way back when. There was a friend of mine from high school named Theresa who dated my brother in '99, and Amy was her best friend. It was great to see her, and we talked for a good hour or two before I had to leave. We will probably all go out for drinks one of these weekends. She's married, and I'm so happy for her. I seen her at the job fair at the Big 4 building last Thursday, as she works up in the poker room; her mom owns it, and she makes pretty good money managing it. I can't wait to see her again, and meet her husband Matt.
I'm off to get contribution slips from BMO for my RRSP deductions last year, and then hopefully up to the H&R block to adjust my last tax return.
Oh, and Kurt Cobain got 12 on Rolling Stone's list of guitar players, while Jack White got 17?! That is absolute hog wash. Don't get me wrong, I love Nirvana, but Kurt shouldn't even have gotten 17, let alone 12. Now I know why I don't read that magazine, if there was ever any doubt before.