I love that quote over there. I think i love it most because i am always on time.  Not really early, i seem to have a knack for being exactly on time, always.  And it's so entirely true, you sit there, fuming, wondering what this person is thinking about themselves, that they are so freaking self-important that their time is so much more important than yours.  And really the truth is that they don't think about it, they are just too wrapped up in their own lives to give it much thought at all. 
   Whoa, i sound bitter don't i?  I don't think i am really but only because i am so easy going.  But the notion that i am sitting there waiting to be productive while this person is strolling along, whistling some ditty in their uncaring passage, that doesn't sit so well with me.  Ah well.  Let the jolly back in.

   I sit here in my living room.
i fell asleep at about 11 and then woke up again at about 2. I could have gone back to sleep again i think but it's Friday night and i don't really want to.
   beside me on my desk is a cadbury's caramilk egg.
   it sits beside a lit candle. 
   i patiently await it warming to room temperature from the fridge cold it started at half an hour ago.
   On the TV is an episode of old Star Trek.
   I patiently await it to finish so i can watch Magnum PI.

   I had a nice evening tonight. I think i have the most backwards Friday's in this world.  i never seem to do things with friends. I seem to spend them alone.
tonight i left work at my normal time and instead of heading home and having the nap that i was sure i needed so badly, i went to a movie.  Going to a movie on Friday is kind of a requirement in my life. 
   I am sure i have discussed bad movie Friday before.  This Friday i saw Death to Smoochy (which you will note if you look to the right, i even wrote a review of).  It wasn't good, so it fit the theme.  Sadly enough it wasn't bad in a fun way. 
   After this i decided to walk home the long way.  The long way takes no bridges and walks all the way around the small inlet we call False Creek.  It was drizzling, i was only wearing a shirt and a vest and it was pitch black out and yet it was very nice.  I listened to CBC along my way.  It took an hour and a half, instead of the 20 minutes the skytrain and bus would have taken.
   I got home in a very contented and yet ravenous state.

Oh yeah, i took this picture on my walk and quite like it....

   I dont' know if you are like me.  Nah, i don't even care if you are like me but this is how i am.  I go through my life, observing things around me.  If i am travelling in a way that fits a general pattern i begin to get to know my fellow travelers in some small way.  I learn their habits, figure out where they work, make up little stories about them.  These stories grow and perpetuate until they begin to hold a life of their own.
   As you might expect i begin to form little crushes on some of these women.  They aren't what i would call real because i don't know them all that well.  I will maybe know a few things about them and have made up a few more.  If i were a different sort of person, i might talk to them and try to get to know them or something. But i'm not, so i harbour these little crushes.
   This morning i got on the bus at the right time and was rather surprised when i saw one of them there. I have had a crush on her for the better part of 2 years.  She rides the seabus near the same time that i do.  She's likely one of the ones that i have come closest to wanting to talk to, to make something happen but it never has.
   Well this morning i was a little shocked.  You see, she rides my seabus, not my bus.  She lives not too far from me ( i don't know exactly where, if i knew exactly where that would be stalking) but in such a way that she normally takes another bus.  I squeezed past her (taking some small gratification in the look of recognition i saw her give me as i went by. she did at least recognize me as being familiar.) and stood a little way past her on the bus.
   Then i noticed that the woman who spurred the strongest crush feelings for me from a stranger ever was at the back of the bus. (remember her?).  I was pretty happy and yet in a little bit of a quandary.  Which way would i look.  The strong crush still manages to make my passion flip over backwards when i see her. The other one...was more, seeming accessible, most likely due to the history.
   Then i noticed the very thing that made me want to write about this at all today.  The old crush, she had a wedding ring on her finger.  She definitely had not had a wedding ring on her finger before.  (perhaps, i might have noticed how gorgeous a white gold and diamond ring it was too).  This meant...well...i dunno, it kind of made me a little sad and a little melancholy.
   It's not like i ever really expected to have anything with her but now, now i couldn't have anything. Not ever.  There would be no opportune moment that would thrust us together that would make her realize how cool i really am.  This would never happen now.  Sadness.  I couldn't stop looking at her for the entire trip.  I didn't even notice when the strong crush got up and left the bus.
   ah well.  life, it goes on. this loss...it's not like it is a real one.

ok...it's much later, i mean earlier now, i'm going away now.
   you know, to eat my caramilk egg.