i know that i’ve previously said that Bitchin Kitchen is the jersey shore of Food Network, and i know that it seems to piss off every italian that i know, but i’ve pretty much become an unabashed fan of it. i’ve tried some of the recipes and they are kind of delicious and awesome. so you know, it has that going for it. and once you kind of get past the schtick then you can appreciate it for the humour it uses.

i had one of those random weird memories pop into my head today. you know the kind where you’ve totally forgotten about something that happened years ago and then all of a sudden you remember it and you think “fuck that was an odd situation.”

what situation you ask? being in a room when someone gets a phone call telling them their mom was killed when she was run over by a piece of heavy machinery doing roadwork, which happened to be the one that was on the news shortly before.

yeah. random. i know.

so it looks like i’ll be moving into a new place some time this summer that isn’t next to a trailer park and in a nice quiet neighbourhood where there arent drunk douchetards every which way. it just so happens that my boss and her husband own the house. at first i wasnt sure about it, but then i was like, fuck it why not. i gotta say, ive had some pretty awesome bosses for the jobs ive had but my boss here is probably top of the list easily. i mean, it might have helped when she said “you know if you move in to that house you can get Mason.” yes, people at work know about Mason. everyone should know about Mason because when I get Mason, Mason is going to be the most awesome dog ever.

i have tomorrow off. i plan on being on ticketmaster at 9:59 so that at 10:00 i can buy a super fantastic ticket to the Tool concert in july in edmonton. then im going to the bank to learn about rrsps and stuff. then i dunno. probably go over derby rules again to keep them fresh in my mind for saturday. also, i’ll probably have to go drop by the office for a few minutes because i kind of forgot something there. we have a new summer student starting next week. i told my boss that i’ll have to resist calling her Sherbatsky.