Whee.

I've been pretty AWOL lately, but that's mainly only because I've been working so hard at fulfilling my dream of becoming the world's greatest female rapper. Any day now someone will recognize my talent, but until then, I've just been recording myself over tracks by Timbaland and DMX on my audio cassette tape player.

But, no, for reals, things have been crazy. My two best friends are now getting married three days apart, and I am going to have to rock both receptions verbally and physically with a little bit of my super awesome interpretive dance moves. I was thinking I might even take a page from "So You Think I Can Dance" by covering the wedding dance floor with leaves and soft lighting, and frolicking around, gently, before pausing and raising my arm up, and looking off into the distance, like I'm seeing something emotional, and touching, and beautiful... like Mariah Carey's Butterfly album.

I actually must go now and wipe off the stairs with a J cloth... my life is nothing if not glamourous, but I will try to update soon with more pictures, more stories, and more references to albums I used to listen to when I was an emotionally troubled 14 year old.

Because nothing describes my teenage pain more thoroughly than The Spice Girls Spice World soundtrack.

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LATER ...

So I helped Sarah E make wedding favours. Everyone will know which ones I made because the papers will be cut crooked and the bags will look like they were tied by a five year old.

I also went back to my old cleaning job for the night, which was pretty exciting. It's weird how all the old habits fall back in place... collecting garbages, washing dishes, an inspiring impromptu musical made for one, cleaning toilets.

I am counting down the days to the weddings (Five days until Sarah's, three days until Melissa's!!) and also down to Wednesday when Jamie and Brad fly into town and we can all have multiple adventures involving numerous high fives and a bevy of freeze frames.

In the meantime, I'm taking it Sleazy Beazy's, and rediscovering all of the crap I left behind in Thunder Bay when I moved last year .... including a ton of Home and Garden magazines whose purpose I cannot even begin to fathom. I'm beginning to suspect I have a multiple personality disorder, which might explain why I've highlighted certain passages in the magazine that spoke of fertilizer importance, or the magnetic photo album I found full of obituaries and... pictures of porcelain dolls, or my entire high school career.

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