If it’s not one thing, it’s another
I trotted off to the post office and picked up my new phone, spent the next hour changing some phone numbers so they were stored to my sim card. Replaced the sim, and fiddled around with all the new things on my new phone. It has polyphonic ringtones. Get this: when my phone rings, it sounds like an actual old phone! It is so cute! I was terribly excited and thought oh yay, my life is turning around.
But then I went on friendster and got an admonishment from a friend for mentioning accidentally touching his cock, AND found out someone I like is currently taken, which they never bothered to let me know. I mean, it’s not like I demanded that she keep me up to date or anything, so I can’t really complain, and besides that she does live VERY far away. As for the cock thing, I dunno, maybe I have really bad boundaries. Growing up native, people just routinely made lewd crude jokes all over the place. I mean, some of my elders have thoroughly embarrassed me by teasing me about my sexuality, not in a mean way mind you, just, I dunno, that’s what they do. It’s an Indian thing. If you’ve never experienced it, you wouldn’t understand it.
Anyway, I felt cruddy for a while, and didn’t even have the chance to call mum to vent because she’s up in Northern Saskatchewan at a cabin on a lake, lucky woman. Then the worst thing happened: Internet Explorer decided to be fucked up. I click on it at the little icon bounces up and down like it’s yelling “I’m ready, I’m ready!” and then it just stops, and doesn’t open. All “Fuck you!” Sigh.
It’s overcast and I am still on the job hunt. Bleh.
But at least I have my phone again, an even better phone, a cuter, lighter, smaller phone.
The T isn’t doing anything to me besides giving me the occassional hot flash. Not a Menopausal Woman hot flash (those look way way more intense), but hot flashes nonetheless.
I’m grumpy. I’m going for a walk before it rains.