No, seriously, I mean, have you SEEN this??

Never mind that it's up, like, 8 weeks earlier than usual (because we had TOO MANY PROPOSALS *happy dance*), have you LOOKED at the fucker??

I need to go lie down.

EDIT: Awright, I realized late last night that my version isn't vegan, since Baker's puts milk solids in their dark chocolate. Cut me some slack. I went to three stores just to find the damned chocolate, and I settled for non-vegan stuff.

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And this time it's complete with picspam.

dendritejungle, you're gonna love this, but it's for mycrazyhair, 'cos I promised her da recipe if it worked out.

It worked out, and boy howdy.

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Just so we're all clear on this:

It's been twenty years plus one day. I still miss her. It still hurts to remember. Twenty-year anniversaries make for a LOT of reminders.

That's all.

I fell off my new bike last night around nine in the pee emm. It's not my bike's fault, and I still love her loads. Unfortunately, all of my weight landed forcefully on my previously fractured foot, and I then peeled over it to fall into the river*.

I have broken it again. Much worse this time. I have two fractures, fourth and fifth metatarsals, for those who care. I went to Emergency this morning and was "fitted" with an ill-fitting air cast (that causes me tremendous amounts of pain), given crutches and sent home with instructions to stay off it and stay home for a week.

I have abandoned the air cast due to the pain it causes, and am navigating the downstairs using the crutches and some swearing.

Tomorrow, I will call my physio and my family doctor, and hopefully someone will be able to rectify the air cast situation.

But I am already bored to tears, and I still have 6.5 days of forced rest to go.

boo.



*Okay, I exaggerate for effect: I didn't fall into the river, though I would have if I had been a foot closer to it.

www.canadianmayhem.com

I'm sorry, I don't usually do this, but I'm feeling weird and I need to write about it.

It's very self-absorbed, so feel free to ignore it.
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Montreal and back tomorrow, with a birthday party/engagement party with family at the other end.

Sunday is TheWife's birthday party. I have booked Breathless for the evening, and we are having a few of our favourite local perverts over to celebrate.

Monday I have Second-Language Evaluation testing for the feds, for job-related stuff. This is my last hurdle before being placed in two (!) pools at Statistics Canada for real, communications-type jobs. That pay well.

Oh, and I work half the day. And it's TheWife's actual birthday.

Tuesday is a regular nine-to-fiver.

Wednesday I have an interview at Citizenship and Immigration Canada for an admin job. At 8 in the morning. With testing. Then I work a full day. Then I have rehearsal till 10.

Thursday is the same, but without the added stress of the job interview at sparrow-fart.

Friday: Rinse, lather, repeat, but throw a concert in at the end of the day.

I am going to DIE.

That is all.

I'm not going to post more about this, but the message is clear and simple.

It's okay to be black, or of mixed race, or another flavour of POC, in the US. You can be anything you want, even president.

(Assuming you are rich and not queer)

It's not okay to be queer. If you're into same-sex bits, you can't adopt, get married, or strive to be anything but what you are, which is a freak.

Queers are freaks. They cannot have anything resembling the 2.4 kids, the white picket fence and the dog (though I believe they CAN get a cat and call it Fido in some states).

Freaks must be freaks, even if they want to not be freaks. If they didn't look like freaks, we might not be able to spot them coming a mile off and hide our children.

That is all.

*waves her red and white flag*

Now, who's coming to our FUCKING WEDDING in April, motherfucker?