Well I have officially banned myself from the library. I had been avoiding it for awhile because I definitely had some overdue books but worst of all, I lost a cd I had borrowed. I maintain it was stolen because one day I had it and the next day I didn’t. So I finally manned up and biked to the library to deal with this terrible situation. The two older ladies behind the counter were very sweet about my stolen cd problem and walked me through it. The best was when they asked me what cd it was that was stolen. The Thievery Corporation I tell them. They both burst into understated, stifled adorable librarian giggles. What are the chances the older Asian lady asks. They tell me that it is $20 for the cd replacement and a $10 replacement fee. Plus I had $20 in overdue book fines!! I go to the library because I can’t afford books and it is free!! So I walked over to the second hand book shop next door, bought 2 mysteries for $2, called it a day and went home.

So wtf Carlingwood. I know it’s always been the couch sitting mecca for the old and sick people but last time it was there it really seemed like a hot fucking mess. What the hell is going on with the vendor stalls in the middle? There was a stall of old lady craft fair items like homemade pinafores and knit dish clothes. Things you only ever need to buy if you are at a church bazaar. There was an odd table of random stone sculptures which felt very out of place and just when I was really wondering what fucking vibe Carlingwood was going for I saw a vendor stall for computer generated aura readings. Holy shit. I felt like I had walked into another dimension, quite often the same way I feel when walking into Wal Mart. Thanks Carlingwood for mesmerizing me with your weirdness every time.

Ikea is a tense place of upset Grandparents losing their shit with their Grandchildren they have been forced to watch for the summer.

The subsidized housing across the street has become student housing which indicates to me that we need to do some serious underage party crashing this fall. Huzzah!

As part of my mid-life crisis therapy self therapy sessions I decided to watch Sex and the City from start to finish. That is 6 seasons and a serious commitment. I watched a lot of it with my roommate as we prowled her POF account looking for her future man friend. I am telling you, SATC would be a completely different show if it was 5 years later and the only way to get a date in the city was to meet someone online. The show would be pretty boring;) No one would dress up they would all just sit on their couch, watch tv and click yes or no.

Quick Writing Infrequency Explanation… Let me just take a second to thank you lovelies who bug me for new blogs and enjoy reading them. It means a ton to me. This summer was a tough one for me. My husband, Hennie and I split up. We still love each other very much and I promise you kids, it is not your fault or anything you did;) But since our split the Universe has gifted me some hilarious and challenging presents. So for a good month this summer I was not able to even remember how to laugh, let alone writing in order to make others laugh. I hit pretty low, lower then I have ever remembered getting. Thanks to my friends and family who babysat me through it. I really did spend 5 days in the fetal position on my floor watching Sex and the City. I got through my tough times side by side with Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda 😉 But I feel like I am almost back to full force, thank you chemicals, and I am definitely laughing again, so I promise regular and, more then ever, hilarious blogs as I re-start my life as a single gal. Thank you lovelies for the understanding! Alright, moving the fuck on…