I miss you too!

Do ya miss me?

Well you can find me here... or here...

Lessons learned? Never let your drunk friend act as your spokeswoman with the dude you're dating.

Also, I really don't have time for dating.

But I DO have time for a girl-crush on her.

(I'm also interviewing her for an abstinence article. Ironic? Or conflict of interest)

Damn, I wish I had a cohesive theme to this blog.

(Or, could write a cohesive post, for that matter.)

Life, is a shit show.



Nobody wants to marry the funny-girl.

Didja miss me?

Boy.

Do I know how to pick 'em or what?

Should I be posting about him? Well... make your mind up for yourself...

In a *brand*spankin'*new* segment I call...

THIS IS WHY I DON'T DATE

THURSDAY...
10:30 p.m.
HIM: Hey...what r u doing?

11:30 p.m.
HIM: how boring.....I guess the old veronica was more fun....disappointing :-(

FRIDAY...
2:30 a.m.
ME: Oh sorry working on proposal for story about sex ed and stressing out. Ya I guess no fun at all

6:00 p.m.
HIM: hey do you want to come to downtown tonight? it should be fun! free drinks and sex ed lol ... but confirm me asap ;-)

ME: No going to cirque de solier

HIM: you ll be close to where i am then. what r u doing after that?

ME: Don't know. Prob sleep working 9 am tomor. Or laundry dishes homework

HIM: text me when ur done ... so we can meet if im in the area... don't be boring ;-) enjoy the show

ME: Sorry went out w my girls. At the most happenest night spot in scarborough. What whaaaat? Have fun talk to ya later

SATURDAY...
5:30 p.m.
HIM: hey. do u wanna go out tonight? (with me obviously lol). at what time can u come? ;-)

ME:  Noooo going to a baby shower

HIM: He he i guess someday u will run out of excuses lol..

MONDAY...
10:30 a.m.
ME: Excuses? Listen buddy you got some nerve to text me at 6 expecting me to be free. i'm sure you're a nice guy and everything, but you really fucking rub me the wrong way. If you can't understand that i have a life and i'm certainly not waiting at home for YOU to call. I'm just not that into you. I'm not the boring one

I just need the perfect titties. That's titles, Mr. Connery..

Whaddya know, its September 2nd. I missed a day. (getting ready for school, thus, getting ready to neglect this poor blog. Y'know, miss a post here, miss a post there, then you're back to one post a month.) So should I tell you about my second date? He both opened and closed the car door for me. About halfway through the night I decided I shant ever date the mens under thirty ever again. Neighbours C and M witnessed this. C says to M, "look at that! See how white-folks are?" I respond, "that ain't how white folks are. At least not the 20-somethings I have dated" Or should I tell you about the delightful time I had with neighbour C on the porch for the last... I dunno... three hours? Drinking wine (my greatest weakness!! how did she know?? thus, why I'm delving into the personal life again tonight. Dammit, too many people know the combination to all my secrets :( Ahhh, did I really just emoticon on my blog? Did I just make emoticon a verb? MW make 'zoo' a verb. But that's an entirely different tale altogether.) Jeeze neighbour C and I can shoot the shit all night long. I think I won't tell you about any of those things. Instead, dear reader, we're being watched.

Interrupted service..

A break from our regularly scheduled programming. This post today has been brought to you today by the good folks at Ziplock, this over-thinking brain of mine, and the letter K. So the summer of YES!! is drawing to a close. I'm going to do a recap sometime in September before I get back to school. So we're not going to talk about YES!! right now. But although I haven't been screaming it, if you're following my blog, (or if you know me IRL, or if you're simply stalking me (I'm flattered, *blush*)), you know I've been living it. So look for it in September: Procrastinate NOW!! in the summer of YES!! (the coming-of-age tale of a girl just trying to find her way in the big-bad city. A story, of a struggling journalist, lost-in-love and afraid... of living. But when she lets her hair down, and follows her dreams *cue music* anything is possible) And... as a special treat, I shall reveal the summer bingo card, that I have been threatening you with all summer. And that's not all!! The photo-a-day project shall be unveiled! An awards show shall follow. And of course, we gotta go back to the summer goals. And we'll round it all out with a clip-show. But if the summer of YES!! is coming to a close, what shall the semester, the next chapter of my life, hold in store? And more importantly, what will the semester be the semester of? OK, howsabout "The Semester of Organization and Productivity?" No? "The Semester of Decisiveness?" No? No? That's all I got! "The Semester of Love and other bad decisions?" Or, "The Semester of learning and following your dreams!" Ok, I guess I still gotta work on that. I really should work on my decision-making. I over-think everything... often before events even transpire. I'll look at something from every angle, try to determine any and all possible cause-and-effect scenarios, make pro & con lists.. then throw them out, and make a quick, rash decision. Then fret over my decision. And at the last second, change my mind. So, about this dating thing. 1. Giving my brand-spankin'-new moleskine daytimer a workout. 2. How do dudes juggle multiple chicks at once? 3. I feel terrible even talking to more than one guy at a time. 4. My new dating mantra is... meh... free dinner? 5. Feel like I shouldn't be blogging about this. 6. Don't hate the playah, hate the game. 7. Am I a hypocrite, or a revolutionary? Peut-etre, je peux ecrire en francais des mes rendez-vous? Bien sur.

Travel blogger, extraordinaire!!

So perhaps I shall pen une petite voyage series about Montreal. I could break it down day-by-day journal style, but I shall give this a go, travel-writer style. Thus, look out for themed posts about shopping, eating, getting lost, tourist attractions, strip clubs and the people. That would be such a dream job, travel-writer. Just go off to places and explore and eat and converse with the locals and write all about it, all on the company's dime. Mmmm or food writer. I think any profession where you have to try out new things, because you get to sample the best of the best, and often before the general populous. So look out tomorrow for "Acheter et Magasiner: Comment passez-vous tout votre argent quand vous etes dans Montreal" Aussi, j'ai un rendez-vous pour jeudi!! Zut alors! J'oublie la musique!

Let's make fun of people today!

So this online dating thing? It's infinitely entertaining. Everyday there are new winks, matches, interested gentlemen and even emails. I've been very passive. There's a constant stream of willing suitors. And weeding through their profiles is the best part.

Ah, take NeedyChristianAsian.

Here's the highlight reel of his profile: To my future wife: I feel so happy and blessed to get to know you here.
(To my future husband: I hope we have a much cuter meeting story than *shrugs shoulders* internet dating)

If the relationship with you is a mission from the Lord, I will accomplish it with my whole life, and nothing else will be able to come in between us. I will told you every story of my life, my pain, my pleasure and my inside world.
(Since when is God sending people on relationship-missions. Gives new meaning to the phrase what-would-Jesus-do?)

Sometimes I am a day-dreamer who indulges in fantasy, so I think I must be a nature- born writer, although my job will be a stable income occupation. I admit I am really a shy, traditional and ordinary-looking guy, not rich, not good at sport. But I will devote myself to you.
(Nature-born writer, he is not. I cleaned up his punctuation. He kept putting spaces before the comma which was driving me nuts.)

Everything belongs to me belongs to you, including my property ,my youth and my life.
(Hmm.. I did lose a lot of property to my last boyfriend. And not to mention my youth...)

I believe that making your pleasure my pleasure and your pain my pain is my most important duty. I will be the band -aid that heals all your sorrows when you wallow in sadness. I will be the Teddy Bear that warm your body when you are trapped in tiredness. I will be your invisible wings that fly you to the Eden when you are between the devil and deep sea.
The serendipity that will happen between you and me is a movie filled with sweetness and tenderness that God directed, and God chose you as the heroine, me as the hero. I just want to tell you that everything that is happening must be the order from GOD, and I strongly believe that it is also the GRACE OF THE GOD. (Band-aid, teddy-bear? Not sexy. But a movie directed by God Himself? Probably would sweep the Oscars, but be overrated in the end.)

What I like to do:Titanic, a movie that I have been watching for more than 30 times ,touches me deep in my soul and completely takes my heart.such as Gone With the Wind , Breakfast at Tiffany’s ,Legends of the Fall, Shakespeare in Love are also my favourite.
(And juuuusssst incase you were seriously considering this guy... he throws in his love of Titanic for good measure.)

*NEXT*

Here's WhiteGangstah.

My first thought: how does he even know how to work a computer?
Second thought? I bet he's been to jail.

I am a family man and loyal to my mate. A hard worker working for the thing that we would need. I am the kind of person that always duze the right thing know matter the outcome. I would like some buddy that is good to me with a big heart. I like shy woman i like a woman that takes things slow. O and she has to b loyal and honest. U can not have a go strong relationship with out it. And she has to like to b silly some times. But the biggest thing to me is we have to be friends as well.
(I like how he saves time by not typing full words. I wonder if he actually thinks that 'does' is spelled 'd-u-z-e'?)

*NEXT*

Moving right along to... Bitter&Lonely.

I have found writing anything here does no good whatsoever. If you look at the rest of the information and want to talk to me and get to know me, then do so. The only way to get to know someone is in person, but it can start on the internet. Meeting someone in person is easier, but I am not closed minded and some people have stories of meeting their one true love or soul mate online. However, if you want to talk to me you are going to have to message me and provide that as I am no longer a paying member...
(Jeez, I'm depressed after that.)

Well then. Music? (How fitting. A special request from a match.com suitor.)

There are two promising gents. We've exchanged some witty banter via email... but when asked for my number, I panicked. I, naievely, wasn't prepared for this. And next comes dates... (and, naturally, I think... hooray for blog fodder!)

As for the New Plot Point? We think he's trying to play me. He's not very good at it. I've kind of taken a step back, realizing it's more of a fuckationship without relationship potential. And now he's getting whiny.

I think I'm the first girl he's tried to play. And that should say enough about his playah-skillz, because as much as I hate playing games, I also don't like to lose. You don't try to play a girl with an IQ double yours.

Especially since I've always been smart enough to play dumb.

Ya. I'm a little bitter.

La vie en rose...

So I'm heading off to Montreal at the ass-crack of dawn (8 am) tomorrow. But never fear, posts have been dutifully scheduled. It's dawned on me that this blog may be a little too-hot-for-TV. Well, as HB put it. "It's good. You write how you talk. I feel like I'm having a conversation with you. But heaven help you if a future-employer reads it. She has a point. But I caution you, reader, to take this all with a grain of salt. I'm usually pretty dull and ordinary. I don't blog about my 9 hours spent at work. And I certainly don't blog about sitting in sweatpants, food network on the telly, eating chocolate and wasting time on the interwebs. I'm very responsible and driven. (But when I let loose... whoa boy, watch out!) I also have equipped one of my match.com suitors with allll he needs to be able to stumble upon this blog. I don't care about future employers. It's journalism. I think I'm representing my would-be profession with flare and panache. I don't mind acquaintances reading this. Co-workers. But as for friends and family? Well I can be a little closed-lipped about some of my "feelings". But out in the blogosphere, I'm more liberal with my emotions. I don't want people seeing me as weak. But as for the mens and the dudes? I think this blog gives way too much insight into everything Veronica. So will I edit myself? Will I delete anything? Will I turn over a new leaf? Maybe I'll be a little more discriminating. Or maybe, I'll go smoke a bowl. Au revoir, bitches!

A little this, a little rant, some tears.. typical Tuesday night.

So what the eff, apparently I joined match.com in a moment of insecurity and alcohol-fuelled weakness. I'm better than that. But I guess it is the summer of YES!! trying new things, etc. Plus it's kind of fun talking to strangers and writing emails. And since I think this is absolutely ridiculous, I've only been logging on whilst under the influence. I got nothing to lose. Just gonna be myself. In other news, my store won a sales contest a million years ago, and I finally recieved my $40 gift card to Shoppers Drugmart. Seriously, have been waiting forever for that damn thing. I'm nearly out of mousse, leave-in conditioner and deoderant, my roots are starting to show, I'm out of nailpolish remover (my dad asked if people call me 'Chippy'), and I've been using "Forever Tan: After Sun" because I've run out of lotion. So the gift cards finally arrive Friday. I'm gearin up to leave work and just BLOW it all at once. I check the email before I leave... and the gift cards were not activated. And we're still playing the waiting game... This is all meaningless fodder. Vacation starts Friday, 3pm... He can always make me tear up.

Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama..

I've decided to have a quarter-life crisis. I'm happy living my life according to the infinite wisdom of The Steve Miller Band in the inspiational lyrics from the band's masterpeice, The Joker. But blame it on the whisky, blame it on the beer, blame it on reading Generation me, blame it on the pot, blame it on fuckin a lot. Generation Me keeps talking about the quarter-life crisis. And it got me thinking. My job? Sucks. Bank account? Sucks. Car? Sucks. Apartment? Sucks. Education? Sucks. Love life? Sucks. (Lovin' life? Awesome!) And I ain't gettin any younger... But I don't care. I'm happy living my life as a joker and midnight toker. I'm happy gettin my lovin on the run. Some people call me a space cowboy. Some call me the ganster of love. Some people call me Ronnie (eee-eee)! I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner. I do play my music in the sun! But why don't I care? Shouldn't I care? Is there something wrong with me, that I can be happy with this, lot in life. I can't even fit in with Generation Me. Which lead to the quarter-life crisis. Maybe I do care. And maybe I am unhappy. I ain't gettin any younger. So I signed up with match.com

Because I'm a sell-out

4 things I never thought I would use the Internet for, and were vehemontly and morally opposed to: 1. Facebook (but I can connect with old friends!! and search for sources!) 2. Twitter (but I can follow all the news outlets and stay in the know!! also want to know what Conan is up to) 3. Blogging (uhhh.... it increases my online presence, and helps me develop my voice!) 4. Online dating (I'm drunk and lonely. leave me alone. momma likes to get laid, but momma needs love, more importantly.)