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Well hello squirrels!  Long time no update.

I write to you from a sunny Toronto morning (a rare experience for me these days, with my new late-night schedule), my boyfriend’s apartment, my leopard print bathrobe, crusty make-up from last night, bad breath, a lot of caffeine, one perfect pancake currently being digested in me.  Not a bad place at all, all considered.  Let’s start there.

I’m trying to stay positive.  I’m telling you, I’m really trying.  Of course it is easier said than done, but look around, for crying out loud!  No matter what I tell you, I’m still doing better than most.  And I mean that– MOST.  People all over the world are suffering because they don’t have enough to eat, because they or someone close to them has been harmed physically and/or emotionally for political reasons, because they’ve lost their home or loved ones or pets due to environmental or financial destruction, or because they simply don’t fit in where they’re at, be it because of the colour of their skin, their beliefs, their accent, their size or their shape.  In the words of one great band R.E.M, basically, “Everybody hurts”.

I’ve got it pretty good.

So with that said, do I even have a right to complain?  Just because my roommate– and once very good friend– has gone a bit wacky on me and left me with a lease on an apartment I a) don’t really want; and b) can scarcely afford on my own; and c) don’t really want to share with some new (potentially crazy and/or creepy) person and d) still can’t even settle into as my living room, hall and kitchen are completely cluttered with soon-to-be-former roommate’s stuff (which might– futile as it might seem, after reading the first half of this run on sentence– somehow make me feel better about my recent investment I have not yet been able to enjoy?  Can I please just paint?  Just a little paint?  And some music?  God that would be good… Hell, even just getting high off the fumes for a few hours might make all this seem a little better??  No??).  Um… ???

Is there ever really such a thing as “settling” anyway?  Everything is constantly changing, yet we humans insist on imposing our (completely ludicrous) ideas of permanency on this poor planet, who must of course be having a good laugh at all of us… I mean, all she has to do is sneeze a little and their we go– poof!!– one city at a time… Oh, Whoops!  I mean the humans… Not me of course, I am a squirrel damnit!  Stupid humans!

Oh, apartment drama!  When will you be over?  (Oh yeah, we I finally buy a condo?  Don’t worry, it’s only another half a million on the low end… cough!).  God, I’d love to move on to another topic already!

Coincidentally, my bf’s lease is up on this place as well (where I have been hiding out sneakily, until the chaos is over at “my ” place on the other end of town, at which I have spent no more than 3 nights since March…  Bless Monkey Mike’s little heart for letting me stay here.. it is no small wonder he hasn’t killed me yet…)  See what I mean?  So we’re STILL apartment shopping, all of us… If I could only drive (were I not deathly afraid of all cars… another lovely little quirk with its own history I will not bore you with at the moment..), I would say I would be perfectly cut out for a career in real estate!  I have been through so many places in the last few years, I’m practically an expert!

(on that note, if anyone is looking for something, feel free to ask!  I have a pretty good idea what’s out there…)

Well Squirrels, if I haven’t mentioned so before, I am an optimist.  As the comics tell me “joke or get angry”, and I know all of this will be funny one day.  But I have not the heart to mock (codename BunnyRabbit) in this blog, not now, not yet… At the root of all my frustration (the boxes, the constant crying/complaining/Debbie Downer all over/claims of “noises in the night” of which I cannot attest to as I have not heard ANYTHING AT ALL, those damn moose antlers my bf had to put up for her not once but TWICE, since the first hanging wasn’t good enough or in the right spot of whatever the reason is… I could go on but I think I might have already lost you…) lies the fact that I’m just a little sad that her and her cat are leaving, that I couldn’t make them happy.  I’m really going to miss them.

Good friends are hard to find.  Really.  My advice (in case you need it?): Don’t move in with them!!!

Nobody’s perfect.  We’re all a little bit crazy/misunderstood/bitter/unpleasable/irate in our own ways.  Sometimes it makes sense, but usually it doesn’t…. Most people can’t see past their own damn nose to realize how good they got it..

I take comfort in anything available, and on that note, there is still quite a lot:  Pink Floyd, Mos Def, the former Notorious B.I.G., comedians, making cookies (and eating them), sunshine, green grass, a bath, a cup of English Breakfast tea with lots of milk (aaaaahh, tea), a new book, some dancing, the wonderful facilities at Monkey Mike’s pad which I will have access to for at least another month, a 45% discount on booze at my new job, walking with my ipod turned up loud enough that all the neighbours can hear, and of course, writing this blog.  (And not in that order necessarily.) Things will be OK.  Or at least, somehow, remotely interesting.

Once again, THANK YOU for indulging me.  :-)

I love you all.

P.S.  I have a room available on the East end if anyone is looking.  VERY GOOD REFERENCES, a sense of HUMOUR, CLEANLINESS,  and first and last will be required.  Feel free to email me if interested.

xoxoxo

S.P.

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