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I saw the mixer of my dreams today. It's a fucking fortune but oh, the wonders. The cheapy model we had before just didn't have the oomph we needed.

It's the sort of machine that if we moved overseas, i'll be damn well taking with me.

We're also looking at eventually getting me a mini laptop for classes because lugging this beast is well, lugging a beast.

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I saw the mixer of my dreams today. It's a fucking fortune but oh, the wonders. The cheapy model we had before just didn't have the oomph we needed.

It's the sort of machine that if we moved overseas, i'll be damn well taking with me.

We're also looking at eventually getting me a mini laptop for classes because lugging this beast is well, lugging a beast.

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Dear Self Appointed Elevator monitor:

Go FUCK yourself. You spent all day wednesday nattering at all of us, dictating elevators and telling people who and who may not get on each lift. As far as I can see you are not appointed by any authority to do so, but you've taken upon your empty little life to be a hall monitor for the elevators.

So why the FUCK did you, mister "people first! then bikes!" barge in front of me and MY dog to get on the elevator with your massive bike? Dude....That's grade A asshole right there and you have the distinction of being the first asshole of Toronto.

Seriously. Then you say there's room. Well, my dog is melting in the heat and somewhat reluctant to move, and I'm going to the top floor, which means it would have been easier for me to be in first, in back: first in last off, y'know. But you HAD to fucking barge in. Several other people saw it, we all think it was dick move.

You and I will surely have issues if you don't quit trying to micromanage elevators, and making even more of a fucking mess of them.

Bite me, you jackass.

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Dear Self Appointed Elevator monitor:

Go FUCK yourself. You spent all day wednesday nattering at all of us, dictating elevators and telling people who and who may not get on each lift. As far as I can see you are not appointed by any authority to do so, but you've taken upon your empty little life to be a hall monitor for the elevators.

So why the FUCK did you, mister "people first! then bikes!" barge in front of me and MY dog to get on the elevator with your massive bike? Dude....That's grade A asshole right there and you have the distinction of being the first asshole of Toronto.

Seriously. Then you say there's room. Well, my dog is melting in the heat and somewhat reluctant to move, and I'm going to the top floor, which means it would have been easier for me to be in first, in back: first in last off, y'know. But you HAD to fucking barge in. Several other people saw it, we all think it was dick move.

You and I will surely have issues if you don't quit trying to micromanage elevators, and making even more of a fucking mess of them.

Bite me, you jackass.

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/10707024@N04/3121919281/

I'm a little sad that playgrounds now are so sanitized and booooring that my theoretical child might never experience the hair raising terror and screams ( and yet we were having a BLAST) of playing on one of these.

Sigh. Might have to take theoretical kid shark diving instead. What's childhood for if not scaring the life and death out of you, your peers and your parents.

( and R, how many of us as teens/adults played on the one at Rotary Park drunk off our heads?)

http://www.davidthompsonresort.com/ourfacilities.htm

I spent summers at this place camping, and whee, at least that hair raising rocket ship is still there. Sweeeeeet.

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/10707024@N04/3121919281/

I'm a little sad that playgrounds now are so sanitized and booooring that my theoretical child might never experience the hair raising terror and screams ( and yet we were having a BLAST) of playing on one of these.

Sigh. Might have to take theoretical kid shark diving instead. What's childhood for if not scaring the life and death out of you, your peers and your parents.

( and R, how many of us as teens/adults played on the one at Rotary Park drunk off our heads?)

http://www.davidthompsonresort.com/ourfacilities.htm

I spent summers at this place camping, and whee, at least that hair raising rocket ship is still there. Sweeeeeet.

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Got around to putting some boxes and stuff away when I lifted one box that was a mite bit too heavy. No worry! it's just going over here!
Turn.

WRENCHING awful sound of back muscle going and searing pain. Like seeing spots.

Sigh. It was all going too well, wasn't it? So I'm kind of wounded now and it'll be fine in a few days but holy hell. Moving on the bed/couch involves much yowling.

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Got around to putting some boxes and stuff away when I lifted one box that was a mite bit too heavy. No worry! it's just going over here!
Turn.

WRENCHING awful sound of back muscle going and searing pain. Like seeing spots.

Sigh. It was all going too well, wasn't it? So I'm kind of wounded now and it'll be fine in a few days but holy hell. Moving on the bed/couch involves much yowling.