Goddamn it i'm freezing my nips off.

Summer has been here for oh.... i guess it must be about 36 hours now, you know since it got here yesterday. So the warm weather just just started, it's not even uncomfortable yet, i'm just happy that it's not raining or snowing. I got home around 5h30 yesterday opened my frontdoor and the icy air hit me like a ton of bricks. My father has got the central air conditioning cranked all the way to the max already. It's been one day. One day. When i went to bed i really didn't know what to do, it was that cold. So i'm just kinda lying there, shivering, and out of nowhere "the cheques are on the dishwasher". I'd been looking for my cheques ever since i signed my lease and had given myself today as a deadline to order more. Perhaps all i needed was a little brain freeze to get my shit working again.

This week's blog pic is Gambit, why? Because some Xmen characters don't suck ass, I thought i should at least give the cool one's their props.

X-men : the last stand, X-tremely unsatisfying

I know it's only a movie. Shit like this really shouldn't annoy me this much, but it does. It bothered me so much in fact, that i had a nightmare last night about the Superman premiere. In my dream i was stuck sitting in the side isle and for some reason the "usher-rette" was sitting us where she wanted us to sit, it's like all of a sudden i was in a school field trip. And people wouldn't settle down so she was threatening to turn this theatre right around and go home. So the movie begins and it's pretty crappy. For some reason i had Superman chillin' on the moon doing cartwheels, don't ask why. And then i woke up.

Xmen was fucking horrible. Thank God i had received a free movie pass at work and didn't actually spend any money on that. There were so many mistakes and fuck-ups i wouldn't even know where to begin. As soon as it comes on DVD i will be posting a complete "Xmen fuck-ups" list. But until then here are a few:

- Kitty Pryde has no dragon (besides the fact that there was NO character intro for her AT ALL)
- Peter Rasputin has NO RUSSIAN ACCENT.
- Juggernaut IS NOT A MUTANT.

I won't ruin it for those who still want to go see it in the theatres, but the list goes on and on and gets worst and worst.

If you really want the correct story that should have been followed then read Astonishing Xmen:Gifted. That's the only "cure" story line worth reading. You won't be disappointed i guarantee it.

I am so lame.

I drove Gen home yesterday, she really wasn't feeling well. We got to her place talked for a while until she said "so.... wanna join me in the bathroom?" And so we hot-boxed/steam-boxed the shit outta that bathroom. By the way, that shit is way effective. So i'm sitting on the toilet bowl and she's on the edge of the tub. Since we have apparently synchronized our bodily functions (we have synched up our periods) of course the natural thing to talk about would natural turn to maxi pads. Or rather the fact that I, Annie, have never once in my life used a tampon. Never. I'm gonna be 27 next month. How lame is that? And so Gen gave me a half hour tutorial on the Tampon. Thank God my friends don't judge me.

FIRE!!!!

The other day i walked into what will soon be my corner store (depanneur for all the quebec peeps) and good God damn did it smell like shit. Just burn-your-nose-hair awful. So i walk around the store, looking for some TP and noticed that it wasn't that bad at the back of the store... weird because nothing could rot or go bad up front, all there is is ice cream and how could that stink? So i walk to the cash and the kid who works there (doesn't speak much English or french) Looks at me and kinda makes a pee-yu face, the international symbol for What stinks? and i say "yeah, it smells like shit in here" and just as the words are coming out of my mouth i kinda looked over my shoulder and spotted it. The Slushy machine right behind me had caught fire. So i turn to the dude behind the cash and say "Dude!! the slushy machine is on fire!" and he kinda looks past me and then runs to the machine and unplugs it. FYI, unplugging a machine will not turn off fire. So he walks back to the cash and starts scanning my items. I look at him and then the customer standing beside me "no no honey, go get a fire extinguisher right now" so he runs to the back and room and as he does this i turn again to the 2 customers standing beside me and could not understand why no one else was even the slightest bit alarmed. Have we become so desensitized to every thing that even fire doesn't phase us?? So again i say "THE SLUSHY MACHINE IS ON FIRE PEOPLE!!" nothing. blank stares. "LA MACHINE EST EN FEU!!!" finally someone reacts. Can you believe that shit? FIRE!! nothing. FEU!! and now i get a some action, go figure in this province. So the older dude standing next to me rips open a case of beer, opens one and puts out the fire just as the asian kid comes around the corner with a bucket of water. A bucket of water. No fire extinguisher. So everything is ok, but now the kid has to call Angie, the owner of the store, and try to explain to her, in Chinese, that the Slushy machine just caught fire. That is the craziest thing i've witnessed in quite some time.

Jesus Wong.... yeah he doesn't know where everybody got "Christ" from.

i've joined the heard. I'm part of the many. Yes, i am currently reading The Da Vinci Code. It's not bad, of course it's never as good as the hype makes you think it'll be but, that's true with everything. I'm around page 160 and i pretty much think i know where this is going. If you've ever been bored and watched A&E's biography of Jesus, you pretty much already know where this is going also. Jesus came and lived amoung us, died for us, and if we are to believe the catholic church, he did all this with the most wicked case of blue balls ever recorded in human history. COME ON!! I was talking to a college about this (an apparently more devout college then i had previoulsy assed) and she's telling me i don't know what i'm talking about because i haven't read the bible. Ok let's get something straight. The bible is not first hand accounts of Jesus's life, the bible is not his autobiography. It's an accumulation of writtings that were writen years or rather decades after the fact. Then revised by Kings to put their spin on in ( a little fear never hurt anyone), and so on and on. So don't tell me i don't know anything because i haven't read the bible. Besides, the best stories (or gospels) have been lost (or most probably removed by high up christians) so, no i'm not gonna read the bible, all i need is my common sense. Jesus was a cool Jewish dude. He had his posse and they chilled and did good things for his neighbood and people appreciated him. One day whilst chillin at the local watering hole, Jesus peeped this fly chick, turned to Paul and said "holy me! who is that?" So Jesus, being the flyest dude since Adam, went up to her and sat down. Marie M was her name and turning Trixs was her game. "2 chickens and some bread and i'll give you the time of your life baby" But Jesus knew there was something about this girl that should not be taken lightly. And so, Jesus fell in love. And why woudln't he? "Go to them and die for their sins" but don't fall in love and don't have kids? Something tells me there's a flaw in that plan no? Jesus totally lived life, loved, had children, grand-children, nieces and nephews, the whole nine yards, i'm sure of it. And if not, well he totally got screwed and i'd ask for a refund or something.

Well... i think he killed her, or she killed him.

Last night i got confirmation that moving into my own apartment but close to Chubby Chaser was the correct move for me. Around 11h30 CC and I were just sitting, reading comics peacefully when World War III apparently began somewhere within earshot. But you know, people yell, it's no big deal. You can't overreact with shit like that because sometimes you just have to yell it out, and then that's it, everyone's ok. It's seems that it's also human nature to want to find out where, exactly the yelling is coming from. Chubby Chaser covered the front room, while i got on the floor and put an ear to the ground. I won whatever sick game we were playing and got on the floor right on time to hear what must have been a pretty hard smack. Shortly after that the screaming was kicked up a notch. So much so that CC and I looked at each other and actually asked ourselves what we should do. Again, people yell all the time. I, myself am a great yeller. I yell with the best of them i'm sure of it. So you can't get involved in people's fights. I wouldn't want anyone to call the cops on me so why would i call the cops on them, right? But that's the thing, when i'm yelling at someone, i'm sure that if someone were to hear me they'd think i was pissed off or angry or something, but not that my life was in danger. Last night was some Danger Screaming if i ever heard any. Lot's of "I can't take this anymore" ("j'pu capable!!!") and "STOP STOP STOP" ("ARRETE!!")and lot's of really guttural screaming, primal even. Then it got quiet for a while so we went to sleep, or tried to at least. Around 1am they started up again and slammed something so hard that the entire building shook. Chubby Chaser got up and came into the living room (where i was trying to sleep) sat down and had a smoke. More yelling, screaming, slamming, then nothing.... then the water running... then something that sounded like a banging. "Well either he killed her or he killed him....now he/she is washing up.... and now cutting up the body" Right when i said that is when i realized that if this were to happen to me and i was living alone, i probably would have called the cops about an hour ago just to make sure no one got killed, and would have been freaked out all night.

When i pulled up to the corner of the street this morning i saw the dude walk out, so he's still alive for anyone who cares.

Moving and the sex sofa.

So i did it. Took the plunge, signed the lease. Cutest 3 1/2 you ever saw. And it's mine and mine alone. The access to the front balcony is threw my bedroom and i love that. First thing after my new landlord left i called my mother to tell her the news. It's nice to have people in your life that will get excited with you over things like this. And my mom sure fit the bill yesterday. I think she was even happier then I am, and it's not like i'm living with her and getting out of her house or anything, she's just really happy for me and that's awesome. But amidst all of this excitement and happiness :

Mom: so you have everything you need?

me: yeah, pretty much... I'm just missing a sofa.

Mom: Well, you could have Grand-papa's sofa that's in the basement, we put it in his old room and rarely use it..... well we do....but we only use it to make love on it. (Her and my step-dad)

me: awww man. I did not need that information!!

Mom: Well Tootsie (the Pomeranian) is annoying when we do it upstairs.


That's just great.

I've already checked out.

I'm sitting here thinking "why in God's name am i here right now?" I have so checked out of this job it's not even funny. I mean, i haven't been fired yet, but it's become so painfully obvious that my services are no longer wanted, that i've just checked the hell out of here. I'm still working for my customers, but as for the people around me and my "boss", i'm totally gone and they've started to notice. Yesterday i got "what's wrong? you're not your usual happy self" and "you're not laughing anymore Annie, what's going on?" You know, getting fired 3 months in advance tends to do that to a person, no? So i'm supposed to sit here, grin and bare it until they let me go. uh huh. I'm just so fed up of being treated like cattle, moo mother fuckers, moo. Actually, it's more like horses. Jimmy made that analogy yesterday and i totally agree. They run us until we have no other choice but to go on STD (short term disability), and then wonder why attendance is so bad. Obviously my company is being run by a couple of monkeys with type-writers, or something equally retarded. I just don't care anymore. My team manager keeps scheduling these stupid meetings where she sits there and tells me how inadequate i am and i just don't care. Do you think if I suddenly pretended to be blind she'd buy it? I think it's worth a try.

Just another victim

As I was walking towards the bathroom about 10 minutes ago, i heard my name said behind me, i turned and saw a friend of mine walking towards. "you lost weight Annie" "i really don't think so, but thanks" That's the second time in two days that people have told me (while looking at me from behind) that i've lost weight. Yesterday Chubby Chaser's mom called me skinny, now that shit has never happened before, no one's ever called me skinny, and to be honest it made me feel uncomfortable, "it's an optical Illusion!" i yelled back at her. Later on in the evening, as CC and I watched season 5 of the Trailer Park Boys i noticed that Randy was looking really fucking good, from the back, in the episode where he threatens to take his pants off if Ricky says anything bad about Mr.Lahey. And then it dawned on me. I have Pat "Randy Lahey" Roach gut syndrome. It's all good from the back, but take a sideways shot, and that's it, game over man!

Has my time come?

The apartment above Chubby Chaser's place is going to be available as of July 1st. I think i really want to take it. I need to get out of the bachelor. I've had enough of it. I kinda wanted to have a roommate, but honestly this is 10 times better. If i get lonely or scared or something, i know CC's pretty freakin' close. If i need something or vice versa for CC, no problem. I'll be on the island, so gas will cost me less, and even if i get fired in august, i can still afford it. Sure i've got no furniture, but that's ok... i have a fridge/stove/kitchen table/bedroom set/tv/dvd... that's pretty much all i need. The rest will come in time i suppose.

For those wondering, yes that is Jeff from Today's Special. Don't ask.

The arrival of ZOD

The season finale of Smallville was the shiznit people. Zod in Lex's body?!?! Cannot get any better. Chloe and Clark tongue tango?!?! HELL YES THAT'S HOT! (note that the kiss between them was way hotter then anything he and Lana ever engaged in). Martha and Lionel?!?! YES YES YES BRING IT ON!!!!! So here are Annie's predictions for next season:

- I'm still holding on to my prediction that Jor-El isn't the one talking to Clark in the fortress or threw Lionel. I'm still thinking that's Zod or something... why do i think this? Well...Jor-El wouldn't ask Clark to kill anyone... and Braniac didn't look to worried when Lionel touched him, and Jor-El's voice obviously lied to Clark when telling that the only way to prevent Zod from coming was to kill the vessel.

- If season 6 isn't the last season, then it's definitely the last season for Lionel. Something is up with him, he's not gonna last much longer.

- As for Lana, well i really don't care where her arc is going... i mean she's no Ursa, so i'm thinking Zod's gonna be like "go home little girl" that or hopefully he'll kill her, it's win win as far as i'm concerned.

- Clark in the phantom zone...that's gonna be a tough one. Gonna need a nuclear explosion for him to get out of that one.

- Clark/Chloe...good god i hope they hook up for a while, it's not gonna happen but a girl can dream.


And so the count down to next season begins, only 20 weeks left until next season, crap.

On a brighter note, Trailer Park Boys season 5 came out this week, gonna pick that up tonight.

The backup plan

On my way to work this morning my thoughts were all over the place. Thinking about work, and about my stats, and about possibly getting fired. For some reason i started thinking about Angela. She used to work here about 3 years ago, only woman i'd ever met who'd gotten a breast reduction. That has nothing to do with anything but rather an example of how my mind is wandering. Anyway.... So i'm thinking about Angela, and about how last time i'd seen her was right before she left our work, we'd gone to the paint-your-own-ceramics type place, and she was telling me about her new job and how i should really consider it. This morning, i did.

911 Operators...how do you really get that job? I'm on the phone all day. I deal with assholes who think i'm a machine and yell like it's going out of style all day long. My company tells me i get too involved with the customer and that perhaps i care too much about them. Well.. you know what, maybe i should be on the phone all day helping people who need help. The only part of my job that i actually do enjoy is when you KNOW you made a difference in that person's life that day, it would be nice to know that it's not just because of a 5$ credit.

So how do 911 operators get their jobs? Are they injured cops? What's the deal here? I found Canada911.com this morning and all my questions were answered. Looks like it's a 30 hour weekend course in laval, and only 200$. That is freaking sweet. They don't guarantee job placement, but i was told the teacher is well known in the sector and is often asked to recommend students for jobs. Next classes start in the fall and Annie's gonna be there.

Verbal warning? I'll give you something to verbally warn me about.

So it would appear that they let me keep my job only to threaten to take it away from me next august 10th. I have 3 months to prove myself worthy of my employers. See we (customer service representatives)have certain objectives we must reach in order to keep "the man" off our asses. I have to sell 4 lines for every 1000 calls i get, I have to sell 1.75$ worth of features per call, I cannot talk for a customer for more then 460 seconds per call, and so on, and on and on. There's about 6 of these to be met. You avid readers know that they forced me into this department a few months ago and now they tell me that my statistics are not up to par. I asked if i could change departments and was told no. And so it would appear that Annie will have the end of the summer off after all. I guess i should be more worried, but you know what, a job is a job is a job. I'm not defined by the work i do because if that were true then i'd be the biggest asshole in the fucking world. THE WORLD I TELL YOU. So i'm not panicking, by the end of July i will be debt free, no more car payments, no more credit card payments, and so they wanna give me the summer off to look for a job, fine. I know what i want to do in life, and it does not include sitting in this chair for the rest of my life. I know my mom will be disappointed if i do leave this place, I know that jobs with pension plans are few and far between. But what's a pension if you waste your life waiting for it to arrive. My father's like that, his pension is in a few months and it's as though life has just begun at 55... that's not acceptable for me.

More Kryptonian...

Page 1 of issue No.6 of Supergirl, there are neon signs on the wall, they read "Live show" and the sign in black reads "Superman the movie".


At www.kryptonsite.com, my a site i check daily for all Smallville news, has the new posting for this week's episode called Vessel, the season finale. There's some Kryptonian right underneath the title and it says "KNEEL BEFORE ZOD".

Tattoo translation

In Supergirl No.6 kara gets some ink done, the tat says "hope".

fuck em, fuck em all

Last year that cunt Lolita (my ex boss) suspended me for 3 days stating that the doctor's note i had given her was not sufficient. I said ok and took the 3 days suspension. Last november, due to being late one day and having the 3 day suspension in my file, my new boss Sonia, suspended me for 5 days. Again, i figured it's vacation so i didn't say anything. Yesterday I was 3 minutes late, and now i'm being told that my file will be reviewed by a commity and that i might loose my job at the end of the day, but you know, i shouldn't worry about that and finish my day with a smile. FUCKING COCKSMOKING BASTARDS. They are a bunch of son's of bitches and that is it. Do you know how many jobs like mine are out there???? HUNDREDS!!! they think i'm gonna have a hard time finding a job?? TELUS WILL GIVE ME A FUCKING MEDAL FOR HAVING LASTED HERE FOR 5 YEARS!!! I WILL BE SUPERVISOR THERE!!! FUCK! I'm gonna be on vacation for the entire summer and they can kiss my fat ass.

X-men:the last stand

Superman Returns

All this thinking in French is giving me a headache.

It's been 2 days and i do believe Annie has already had her fill of all this. This does not bode well for Ray, let me tell you. He called again last night and we talked for a good 30 minutes, talked about lot's of stuff, the basics really.

As a side note, i have to say this one thing about dating, or meeting new people, that i've realized, MY SHIT BORES ME. I do not enjoy going over the basics of me at all. I've heard all this shit before and i just don't enjoy telling it again. Makes me want to lie to this guy, not to be mean, but to make myself an CIA operative undercover in Canada to establish the link between area 51 and bigfoot sightings. Or some shit like that.

So about 30 minutes into the conversation he says (in french) So...what would you say to going to Quebec city or Ottawa in two weeks and you know what i could not hold back the laughter and kinda blurted out what the hell for?? and he says to visit. uh huh. And this is where the headache began because i could not for the life of me explain to this man, that i've met once, that we had only in fact met once and how about we see how THIS weekend goes before we start making hotel reservations shall we?! Jesus H Christ man.

I've been asking around, the girl poll says "go for it, it's just a date afterall" but the guy poll is the polar opposite "don't fucking do this, do not go anywhere with this guy"

Annie appreciates comments and suggestions.

i'm drop dead sexy

Updates from Annie's world on this beautiful monday morning.

I called the dude, we'll call him Ray, last night and talked for a bit. He seems nice, a little more french then i'm used to, but nice nonetheless. As i've said before Chubby Chaser has been getting back on the chat-line so i get to see first hand what NOT to do when talking to someone new. ei: 1)my mental problems are my own, there is no need to share that shit with anyone. 2)if a man talks to you for 4 hours the first time you talk, that is not going to be the average talk time with him, it just means that at that particular moment he felt like talking more then usual. 3) i will not share info on previous relationships and what went wrong within the first hour of conversation. and so on.

So when Ray called and left me a message i pretty much knew what not to say and tried to keep it at that. Nice guy, 33, good smile, nice hands, has 2 kids, lives alone and has one KICK ASS explorer/suv type car. So i called him back and we talked for about 30 minutes about this that and the other, and then he says (in french) so what do you think? About what? Well... about me? or do you see any possibilities? and i thought... ooookaaay...umm, i just met you, you seem like a nice guy, i have nothing against getting to know you more and chilling out if that's what you mean... So we kinda leave it at that, then a few minutes later he asks me to come see him.... ok booty call. I tell him that i can't, that i've been on vacation and getting up at 6am will be hard enough as it is. So after a few minutes of saying no, he says What about tomorrow? i could come meet you at your work And now i'm supposed to call him and let him know what's what. Am i right to feel a little pushed here? I mean, he's not pushing me or anything, but whatever happened to diner and a movie on a friday night? I know i'm drop dead sexy but this is just ridiculous.