dear ossington station,

if you smell like farts one more time, i may seriously push someone into the oncoming subway.

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4 syllables,

rooftop hot tub.



best blackout ever.

find a new god.

well, two out of two hospital visits in two months, and to paraphrase; i'm pretty enraged that one standard question that you're asked by staff/doctors/ambulance peeps alike is "on a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?"

i don't kmow. you tell me? why did it take a call for back up men, 5 men to lift me onto a stretcher, one to strap me in while i was flailing and yelling as if on a rollercoaster and not to mention in the glorious heart of parkdale last night? oh, also my favorite scent is basil, i prefer willow trees to birch, mood colour red, age group 18-25, dominant planet saturn... thanks cosmo, AM I NEEDY??!

fed up, last night i asked forcefully "SERIOUSLY??!? ONE TO TEN??!" and then they repeat the question as though it's the most mandatory medical question used to determine an injury. i responded TWENTY, even though i did however mean 45 BILLION INFINITY YOU ASSHOLES, MY KNEECAP LOOKS LIKE A GOLF BALL ORBITING WHAT USED TO BE A FUNCTIONAL JOINT.

on the upside i did get the presidential suite of the hospital , full fuctional surgery room, complete with knockout gas and right beside the airborne-disease-dying-people fishtank. on the downside, EVERYTHING. it's kinda hard to pinpoint whether it was the incident itself, the low blood pressure for the first time in my life resulting in the inability to get morphine throughout this, the 8 hrs in emerg, the fracture clinic 3 hrs later in the "morning", the wearing of this brace/splint/crutches for the next three weeks, or never having finished the croissant i was eating in the first place.

this whole situation between a dog, the best luck in the world, a croissant, a desk corner, and my knee cap is mostly just enraging. by pure fluke i'm left barely able to wipe my own ass in this stupid leg brace/stint for the next three weeks.

i hope i'll recover to play the clarinet again.

when life gives you a dislocated knee,

You end up staying in the hospital for 8hrs unable to walk.

...maybe i'll get it for you for christmas.

so a million thanks go out to julia for escorting me to the emergency room yesterday and sticking with me through thick and through thin, through gassy old men and violently sick women. like three billion thanks and an eighteen course meal entirely composed of utopia poutine goes out to her. turns out it was just an insane migraine and i don't have much to worry bout since my last migraine was 2 yrs ago. all i can say is that i have great pals, and that sometimes weird things happen with weirder outcomes.

so i'm going to this tonight at wonderland... and i mostly looked into it cause i was told if we go earlier, and for a few extra bucks, the rides include dinner. what the hell. spooky dinner at an amusement park? i had to look into it.

All-You-Can-Eat Mortal Meal Deal!
Purchase a Mortal Meal Deal ticket and enjoy a horrifyingly great all-you-can-eat meal in our Marketplace. Mortal Meal Deal includes early entrance into a Haunted Attraction before the Park opens to the public!
Enjoy Assorted Gourmet Pizza, Cheeseburgers and Hamburgers, Fresh Salad Bar, Soup Du Jour, Hot Dogs, Taco Station, Pasta Station, hot and cold beverages, and dessert.

i'm sorry. pardon? i haven't been on a rollercoaster in ten years, no joke. i haven't been to Wonderland since i was 4, but i'm pretty confident and all worries are at ease because upon realizing i'm terrified of rides, i will be eating all i can eat cheeseburgers like its my calling in life.

speaking of eating, which is one of my favorite pastimes, i also need to live here. i walked by here today and am so mad that i didn't know this existed around the corner from my work, and the fact there is a poutinerie on wheels.

being that eating is my long lost love, it's pretty sad how much i despise thanksgiving and other meal based family events. i think i might buy myself a thanksgiving steak dinner tomorrow. when my second job's paychecks kick in regularly, first on the docket is that i'm going to replenish all my makeup cause i'm scraping and squeezing remnants to get through the day and don't even own hairspray anymore, secondly will be new clothes, mostly work related, and mostly winter themed boots. third will be the head tattoos i want, friends as family. truer words never spoken, that sunk in a layer deeper as i was asked my next of kin at the hospital, and i had no response. life's funny like that sometimes, and not in a "haha 5 collars kinda way"

i just spent 17 hrs exactly working nonstop, and wearing stilettos all the while.

i also can't see properly out of my left eye and think i may have a brain aneurysm. i'll probably go to the hospital tommorrow.

just a, uh. little life update i guess.

...happy thanksgiving.