I’m a complainer. I know, shocking, yet true. I like to bitch. It’s easier than being all ‘perky and sales associate’ like. And honestly, most people piss me off and I have way more pet peeves than are mentally tolerable (thank goodness for meds).
Par example, right now, my house is stinky cuz my neighbour is cooking something curry-ish, my back hurts and my bra is really irritating me. I could be pissy. But I’m not. Because I was just suddenly hit with a lovely revelation.
I’m pretty darned lucky. No, really. Sure, my relationship with my mother is nonexistant and my job is super fucking aggravating, but I’m pretty okay with what I’ve done so far.
I work with my bestest bud. Which is fairly awesome (awwww, you lub me, don’t you Awesome Friend?) My boss is a pushover, which makes it easy to not work too hard.
I love my city. I love Toronto. I heart it. I heart my neighbourhood, which is hands down the best part of the city. Yesterday for example, I got a latte, got amused by the new signs the homeless had crafted overnight, went to the bestest yarn store EVER, saw some dude balancing rocks in gravity-defying ways, got a free sample of yummy iced tea and saw that guy who does impromptu hand puppet theatre. I shit you not. This dude just goes around the street and sets up this little booth that he crawls into, it’s covered in burlap, and he pokes his hands out, covered in puppets and puts on little shows! Come on! Where else can you get that? Nowhere! Only in Toronto! I love it.
I have the cutest puppy in the world. The boyfriend’s not bad either. And he’s crazy smart, so I can just coast through life on my good looks once he starts making money. Ha.
And I have the greatest group of gals that have recently entered my life. As we all know, I’m an introvert and for the longest time, I just didn’t care enough to get any friends. Most people suck ass anyhow, so why bother? But it just so happens that I’ve stumbled into the most marvellous group of ladies ever. Friday nights are the greatest, where we all converge at Crafty Friend’s house and get treated to fantastic food, yummy goodies and NO BOYS! Well, except for one, but he doesn’t interfere. Probably a wise move.
The boyfriend cooks for me, and listens to me rant and whine and complain and contemplate. When he doesn’t want to cook, there are like, kadrillions of restaurants to go to around here. It’s fantastical. Which is a blessing, cuz he’s out of town right now and I’m way too fucking lazy to cook.
I now know how to knit, which is a really good time killer. And oh so practical! Not to mention, hawt. I mean, come on, knitting girls? Hotness. Right there. Maybe I should put a mouthguard in or something. I’d really have the men at my feet then.
I don’t have kids (which is enough to put me over the moon anyways……sorry Crafty Friend, I love your kids, but I just hate all the others and don’t want my own) and therefore have shitloads of freedom. I spend my weekends and nights doing what I want, and I’m well aware that I probably won’t always be able to do this, and I’m eating it up now. If I want to sleep til 2 in the afternoon, I can. And if I want to go out at 4 in the morning for some food, I can.
I’ve gone through some rough shit in my life (not like, emo-kid ‘the sky is all gray and it makes me sad’ shit, REAL shit) and every day now I realize I’m not back there. And it’s allll good.
Plus, I gots my blog. And my millions of faithful followers.
I like me. And I like my life. Shit, if you were me, trust me, you’d be pleased with yourself too.
So this is it. The one schmoozy ‘nice side’ of Talea post you’re gonna get.
Do NOT panic folks. Cranky, yelling at stupid people, disgruntled Talea is very much still here. I just thought I’d switch it up a bit. You’ll appreciate my next annoyed post even more. Oh, you’ll like it, goddamit! You’ll read it and LIKE it! If this weren’t the internet, I’d shake my fist at you now. So, just imagine me doing that. Hopefully it’ll erase sappy Talea from your brain.
And kids, remember……people suck, work sucks and the world is designed for idiots. And hell, if I can find a silver lining, what the hell are you moping about? Now, I won’t tell you to smile (cuz I FUCKING HATE IT when people tell me that), but you know…..smile a bit inside for me, will ya?