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So much fun.

Thanks, Buzz!

Well, I did it here. Oh, and here.

It’s time to go again.

And really, I’m ready to focus on the bright side.

In the last 24 hours, I’ve laid awake in bed stressing about work two nights in a row (AAA!), been attacked by a bee on the bus (NOOO!), set my shirt on fire (WHOOAAAA!), spilled an entire bottle of juice on the ground (EEEEK!), sustained four flip-flop related blisters (what? I WEAR YOU ALL THE TIME!), nailed the back of my head HARD on a cupboard door in my kitchen (I thought my brains would spill out!) and listened to people have sex in my back alley (WE’RE NOT THAT KIND OF ALLEY!)

It’s been a challenging time. To say the least.

So.

Without further adieu (thank you for noticing, Lilie:-)), my list of things that made smile, chuckle, swoon, or crush this week:

Venti Nonfat Americano Misto
SUNSHINE
My new passport
Standing barefoot on green grass
Turquoise Post-Its
This completely insane dog training show on Slice
Hot days, cool nights (That sounds like a Baywatch episode!)
Old hip-hop from the 90’s
Homemade Salsa
Trying to help a baby crawl with a towel
My cell phone ring: Spanish Flea
Interpretive dance at work
Pizza delivery
The word “caboose”
Everyone I know had a birthday except the people that didn’t
iLike Music Challenge Quiz on Facebook (NO, I DON’T KNOW ANY SONGS BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE)
Sunsets off my deck
Altoid Gingers
Lettuce that is so loud when you eat it that you feel as though you can only eat salad in front of the tv (turned up really loudly), and even then, you’re killing yourself laughing
Sharpies (not Sharpeis)
Star spinning
My neighbour’s obsession with Dairy Queen
A roommate who kills giant hairy spiders for me
One tiny freelancing job!
My grandmother’s music box
The idea of me in a bathing suit
A postcard that had Vancouver spelled wrong (Vancouber!)
Tainted Love
Fake yoga poses
Childproof medication lids

And you?

What are you loving/laughing at/amused by this week?

Blog it or drop it in the comments here. SPEND YOUR FRIDAY WITH THE LOVE.

Ah, yes.

The bitchy week.

The week where everything goes wrong.

The week of willful ingratitude.

The week of weak.

Do you ever have weeks like this?

I’m pretty sure I’ve been a total prize to be around.

Well… hold on. I don’t think I’ve been all that difficult to be around, but if there were a small community of people living in my brain, they’d have long ago tried to migrate and establish an independent state in my spleen.

Until I vented it, that is.

I’m not sure why I’ve been so negative, other than a particularly rollercoaster-y jag of hormonal activity (along with the odd, unpredictable physical manifestations of the same) and a fair amount of stress in a few areas of my world. But I know nothing I’m going through is all that big a deal, really.

I just can’t seem to get the perspective I need to shake off the frustration.

Which only frustrates me more.

I hate feeling sorry for myself.

I hate indulging that gross part of me that thinks I’ve “got it rough.”

I hate the almost-crying itch in the back of my throat, and I hate that I can’t drown it with coffee.

Most of all, I hate hating anything, because What. Is. The. Point.

It could be so much worse than this.

This Tuesday afternoon, a man jumped 26 stories from a building I can see from my office window. My co-worker actually looked up from a phone call to see him heading for the glass and metal awning that he glanced off before he met the cement.

I’ll never forget the way her voice sounded as she tried to process what she was seeing, just like I’ll never forget the sight of his legs splayed, or the blood, or construction workers pacing with cell phones, endlessly running their hands through their hair, never standing still.

They took his body away and hosed the area off and now you’d never know he’d been there.

You’d never know anything happened at all.

That’s my definition of worse.

I need to wake up to the ease of my own existence.

To change what I can and then move on.

To not allow what hurts me to define me.

And to understand that whatever is happening now, I am nowhere close to falling.

I’ve been thinking about that man’s family ever since.

It’s a perfect change from thinking about myself.