my horizontal life

Living alone in a 4 bedroom 2 floor house is hard. Remind me when I move out to ensure that I find a place that is sized for a single person and has a dishwasher. If possible, I'd also like a self mowing lawn. Think I've got the cooking for myself managed...that is I'm no longer living off McDonald's and Wendy's. (my stomach thanks you)
It's been a surprisingly good weekend. Friday night was a complete wash: rarely do I say no to plans especially on a weekend but for some reason I was pass-out tired. Went to bed at about 9pm. Made the drive into work Saturday; had some things needing to be done. Oh. And guess who was the only other person there?

Oh yeah.

You guessed it.

We've recently been in this fun little holding pattern where he is avoiding eye contact with me in a fashion somewhat similar to a guilty small child, and stubbornly refusing to talk to me. This may have something to do with a less-than friendly email I sent him the other day.

Whoops! Unprofessional me. But what are you gonna do? It's been working out well to my advantage, actually, except that his behavior is so damn noticeable. We both work for the same person right now on a job and the other day the guy asked me what was going on with me and Colin. :|

O and he wore a really horrible shirt the other day. It was one of those old navy-esk collared t-shirts with stripes, dark red. An ok shirt on some,well most people, but I don't really fancy them. And did it ever look bad on him. Fingers crossed that he wears it more often!

Working with him ended up pretty uneventful, other than that he sat at the same table where I was working. Fortunately, a combination of mutually ignoring each other and us both having iPods worked out well.

9 hours of work and 1 1/2 hrs driving later I picked up Whit, we got ice cream cones, Evan met us at my house and we all went over to our friends to play cards and Scattegories. WE ARE WILD. Home by 12:00am; asleep by 1:30am.

(This is where my weekend recap gets slightly exciting, I swear...)

My phone starts ringing, wakes me up. It's this guy I once had a thing with in SJ...Robyn you know who I'm talking about, from the night you and I went out on the town by ourselves and ended up at buddys house. Yupp it was him!

He is calling me, why? I check the time...it is 3:30 am. Blink blink.

However he persists, calls again and sends me a msg. By this time the cats are awake and walking all over my body in attempts to get me out of bed to feed them. NEWS FLASH, kitties! Wide awake now, thanks, no need for the face pouncing.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt since we'd had such a good time together in SJ, I weighed my options and decided I would go out on a limb and msg him back. Turns out he was in town with some buddies and about an hour later, well...he came over to...uh...hang out.

HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. YAY YAY YAY YAY!

We had another really good time, like...really really good. It was just like last time, except better. For one, I wasn't hammered and neither was he. For two, we talked for a really long time and got on scary well. For three, he was... the perfect Tyler's man. Just the right combination of asshole, sarcasm and romance (not easy to find, let me tell ya). We finally fell asleep in eachothers arms and he kissed and cuddled me all morning. It was a-dor-able. And really nice. (rereading this I am gagging slightly, but it is the truth...)

If last time was a slice of chocolate cake, then this time I got the whole damn thing.

This is all you get, he's a big Boston Red Sox fan. Whatever that means.

In other news, Lookit! I gots me a fancy new purse. Custom made from The Dainty Squid.
I loooooooooooooove iiiiiiiiiit.

Yup, I'm eye brow raise excited.

I also just received wicked pen pal mail from my girl Ashley KC. She made these earrings and I adore them. I've been wearing the little hoop one non-stop. I LOVE PENPALS.

**If anyone is interested in penpalling leave me a comment and shoot me an email at i2f1s@unb.ca with your mailing address! I friggin love sending and receiving mail...it's the bees knees.

Anybody else notice how those two cats snuck their way into my pictures? Little attention seekers. I don't know how I will ever handle children.


I'll leave you with a song you should listen to: Your Protector - Fleet Foxes. Makes me feel empowered. Actually scratch that download their whole album, it's worth it. Night all.



Yup, good weekend.