Blantanly stolen from Misha:

1. What is your favorite beverage?
A.) Unsweetened red grapefruit juice

2. If you walked into a sandwich (only) shop what would you order?
A.) hrm... my favourite sandwich ever is at a store on King St in Toronto, the name of which I can't remember. The sandwich itself is a chicken and (?zuccini?) with some type of cheese.

Damn, now I want one.

3. You're at the ice cream shop down the road, what do you order?
A.) Chocolate. In a cup. Unless I'm at a Ben&Jerry's, then I get World's Best Vanilla.

4. If you could max a credit card out at only one store, where would it be?
A.) Say it with me kiddies:

I-Kee-Ya!

5. Did you play sports when you were a child?
A.) Not outside of gym class. ::shudder::

I did swim and canoe a lot, though.


6. It's your birthday, and your family is taking you for dinner, where do you choose?
A.) Well, if it's my family taking me out, a nice steakhouse.

If it were my friends taking me out, dim sum, absolutely. Except it'd be for brunch on a Sunday.

7. Do you wear perfume, lotions, or oils? Which is your favorite scent?
A.) Nope. I'm deeply allergic to perfume. Not only do I not wear perfume, I wear unscented anti-perspirant, use unscented laundry stuff, and am very, very careful about shampoo and conditioner.

I do use a facial moisturizer every day. And in the summer I religiously use sunblock.

My favourite scent is "clean".

8. What is your favorite store bought cookie?
A) Nilla Wafers.

9. Something you never did as a child and hope to see your children do?
A.)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's
longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they
belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your
thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their
souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of
tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in
your dreams.

Kalil Gibran

Zoe's

The sandwich place on King St. I was mentioning is called Zoe's Bakery.

I called my friend and former manager J, but he was out for the day. His cousin M (he of the Kurt Vonnegut/Guns'n'Roses story) remembered the name of the place, and is passing along my frenzied request that J come and have lunch with me tomorrow. Specifically that J *pick up* lunch at Zoe's, and come eat it with me.

Cross your fingers for me.

Sounds about right

Pisces Horoscope for week of May 15, 2003

You need the soul medicine that only a wild place can provide. Civilized habits are eating away at your instinct for happiness. The insidious taint of omnipresent commercialism is infecting even your purest desires and noblest ambitions. You owe it to your sanity, Pisces, to run away to a power spot that is immune to human manipulation -- a sanctuary where nature is so big and free and intense it will dissolve the petty obsessions your ego has gotten twisted up in. What are you waiting for? Leave as soon as possible, and don't come back until you're scoured clean.

(no subject)

Had a lovely evening with my Grandmother. We had tea, and a great conversation.

My grandmother is an incredible woman. I adore her, and hope I have half her energy and spunk when I'm her age.