Another Friday, another Fry-Up.
The weeks have just been zooming by, and I find it practically impossible to wrap my head around the fact that we are but one sleep away from the first day of Christmas (or the beginning of December, if you will).
Wouldn’t it be lovely to wake up tomorrow to a partridge in a pear tree?
Five golden rings wouldn’t be so bad either.
This week I had my last talk with the United Way Speakers Bureau Series. I spoke at fifteen events over the last month and a half, and overall it was a tremendous experience to present for such a varied group of businesses and organizations.
I truly hope I get to do it again next year.
Meanwhile, we are but six days away (SIX!!!) from stand-up comedy fest 2012. Next Thursday is liftoff (laughter wise) and I am SO EXCITED.
I’ve been practicing my material like a practicing thing, and in the most random of places too – in the shower, whilst out running, on skytrain – people must think I’m bloody bonkers.
(More so than usual, and that’s definitely saying something.)
My teacher told me that she’s never before met a young lady who talks as much about murder in her set as I do.
Murder and noses and yogurt. (Oh my!)
At least I’m original, right?
Now let’s get cracking.
First on the docket:
A hairy situation.
So remember when I was all: I’M NEVER GOING TO DYE MY HAIR MYSELF EVER AGAIN BECAUSE I ALWAYS END UP LOOKING LIKE I HAVE VITILIGO BLAH BLAH BLAH?
It would seem as though someone can never leave well enough alone (or learn her damn lesson.)
You see, recently I noticed that my roots were starting to grow in (grow out?), and I decided that instead of paying someone to touch up what was definitely less than an inch of new hair growth, it would be much easier to just purchase some dye-in-a-box and do it myself.
I went to Shoppers and purchased “Midnight Sky” thinking it would be a great match for my now mostly raven locks.
It’s too bad no one told me that after getting your tresses dyed professionally, your hair can undergo some pretty whacky chemical changes. (Ie. don’t use the box stuff because it won’t change your hair to the colour that you think it will.)
SO NOW I HAVE THESE ROOTS:
I can’t win.
So I’m out coach.
For real this time.
Laugh it up fuzzball.
Look at this computer repair shop!
It’s called Jawa Computers!
This makes me happier than you can ever know.
I told Marc that I was going to buy one of these outfits as one of his Christmas presents:
And then I laughed and laughed.
(I’m definitely still laughing.)
My apologies to all the La Senza Christmas-ware aficionados out there, but for me, these getups are just so ridiculous that I have a hard time understanding how they actually exist in real life.
I mean, come on – in what world is this sexy (and not just amazingly hilarious?)
And don’t get me wrong, if laughter really IS the thing that totally lights your fire, than undoubtedly this sexy Santa (sexy Mrs. Claus?) lingerie is a perfect ensemble for you and yours to enjoy.
But for me, if I somehow came into ownership of such a costume, I would just constantly pretend I was in a Billy Mack music video, while walking around making ludicrous and exceptionally tacky puns about quasi-phallic holiday items.
Your candy cane is so big! Come fill up my stocking… (etc. etc.)
And I would laugh and laugh.
What about you folks?
What’s going down in your neck of the woods these days?
I want to hear all about it. Happy Friday to you all!