ok maybe i have a problem.
it might be time to think about searching out help.
or maybe it isn't a problem....

tonight i called up for a pizza. now i love pizza. it is my favourite often eaten food (although not my favourite taste, which is lobster and scallops, but you really can't eat those as often as pizza, or i think they would lose their mystery).  i probably eat too much pizza but contrary to the speculation of many who made some predictions when they heard i had a regular paying job, i don't eat it every night, i order pizza only once a week.  Yes this might still seem like a lot to some but you should just shut up.

i order from about 5 places occasionally trying a new one.  i am still looking for the best pizza in vancouver that will deliver to my house at the right price.  i have not found them.  what i do have is a few places that i order from depending upon the cravings that i have for that night.  for it is true, a different type of pizza from a different pizza place is a different thing.  it's like having a cheeseburger or a steak to me.  ok, maybe i've stepped just a little too far.  in kingston where i went to school for 6 years i new 10 different pizza place numbers by heart and knew which to call based upon which craving i have.  here i haven't found as many and don't have any memorized. i think this is likely because the choice is just TOO great.  kingston i had the market cornered, here, no chance ever.

anyways tonight i called up a place called johnny's.  they make a simple, almost cheap pizza but they use a very good sauce, a crust that isn't grand but does a good job of just becoming part of the pizza so you never feel the need to not eat the crust and they generally cook it to perfection.  and they are open until four a.m. thurs through sat.  we go through the speil.  as i am throwing out my address, i give the street and the guy comes back with 'apt 103?' all on his own.  i say something about him having a good memory and he says, 'yeah. it's been a while too.'  (i started to feel good about this until i realized that the last two times i had ordered from them i had got some sort of part timer and not this regular guy).
   he remembers my address. how many pizza's do you think they deliver in a month that they remember my apt number? i mean it's not creepy when pizza hut or dominos does it because they have me in the computer but these guys do not have a computer. 

   it's almost as bad as the chinese food place that i use maybe once a month. not the best food but fairly good if you like cdn style chinese food and 2 bucks cheaper per dish than the place i use that is really good.  well when i take too long to order again, the next time i call they act all concerned. they totally know who i am.  they act like i have been their best friend forever.  i don't really get that.  i think that the store is this little tiny hole in the wall run by just a family and i am their token white orderer or something. i don't know.  but they are like concerned grandparents.

  so i am not sure what my problem is. but i am sure there is one in here somewhere. 
then again, i remember in kingston that i was thrilled when i was on a first name basis with the delivery guys.

   on a separate and potentially just as scary note. today i was at grand and toy getting some paint brushes for the painting of my card holder (which i also bought today, i found a cheap brass one in a 'things engraved' store.  nice and simple. i even got spadoink engraved on the one edge.  the first undercoat of black enamel is drying on it right now) when i saw these business card magnets.  they are pieces of fridge magnet the size of business cards with the back an adhesive so you can just paste it on there.  i bought the pack of ten with a look of positive glee on my face. rushed home (by rushed i mean only stopped at Charlie's to buy a new DVD and then to the theatre to watch Bulletproof Monk (which i thought was pretty good for that type of movie)) and stuck one of my new cards to one and threw it on my fridge.

my holidays are going swimmingly thanks.