If music described a person

... I wonder what my choices would say about me.

On my mp3 player, nestled between "Letters to God" by Boxcar Racer, "Pieces" by Sum 41 and "In the Sun" by Joseph Arthur,"Do What You have to do" by Sarah McLachlan is "Love Song For a Saviour" by Jars of Clay.

I think more speaks to that arrangement than the random alphabetization of my MP3 player.

Song for a Monday

Anna Begins - The Counting Crows

My friend assures me its all or nothing
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me for one time only,
Make an exception. I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, were changing.
But were always changing
It does not bother me to say this isnt love
Because if you dont want to talk about it then it isnt love
And I guess Im going to have to live that
But, Im sure theres something in a shade of gray
Or something in between
And I can always change my name if thats what you mean
My friend assures me its all or nothing`
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make
Yourself forget
To make your self forget
I am not worried
If its love she said, then were gonna have to think about the
Consequences
She cant stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind
These seconds when Im shaking leave me shuddering
For days she says.
And Im not ready for this sort of thing
But Im not gonna break
And Im not going to worry about it anymore
Im not gonna bend. and Im not gonna break and
Im not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say as long as this is love...
But its not all that easy so maybe I should just
Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
Ive done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I dont get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and anna begins change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe its love
And oh lord.... Im not ready for this sort of thing
She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake
And anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand it and
Oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
Its moving me along and anna begins to fade away
It s chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord Im not ready for this sort of thing

The Mailman: Part 3

So... the mailman (Dave) just called me.

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And he is in a commited relationship, but if anything changes he'll keep me in mind. He also called to let me know that next week he is on a new mail route, he just wanted to make sure I didn't think the two events were related.


eh, you win some you lose some, it was fun to blog about though :)

The Mailman: Part 2

So, as I said last week... today was gonna be the day that I attempted to pick up the mailman. Further devolpments helped encourage me and build up the confidence, such as my boss having had removed the big board on the office window and the other receptionist noticing that the mailman actually checks to see who is at the desk before putting the mail in the box.

He brought in the mail today, a measley Dominos flyer (yesterday he put a legal sized envelope plus about 11 other little envelopes in the mail box). And I gave him a note. Which just simply stated that I had been eyeing him, and I had to check to see if the feeling was mutual, and if it was ... we should go for the proverbial cup of coffee.

I also brought donuts, as suggested by my boss, who said I should try to win my way to his heart through his stomach. Didn't work, he said he couldn't handle something that sugary in the morning. But he did give a cute little smile when I gave him the note. I'll keep y'all updated.

Monday ... Wash Day Song Day

So, I think I am going to start suggesting songs that have got me humming the past week on Mondays... some of them new, some of them old. Todays song is newer, from Sarah McLachlan's new christmas album "Wintersong" ... these are the title song lyrics:



The lake is frozen over
The trees are white with snow
And all around
Reminders of you
Are everywhere I go

It's late and morning's in no hurry
But sleep won't set me free
I lie awake and try to recall
How your body felt beside me
When silence gets too hard to handle
And the night too long

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Oh I miss you now, my love
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas, my love

Sense of joy fills the air
And I daydream and I stare
Up at the tree and I see
Your star up there

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

The Mail Man

... and my plans to hit on him

Alright, so the mail man who delivers the mail to work, is very, very, very attractive. And between myself, my boss and my co worker and our amusing deductive skills, we think that it might not come out of left field. Here are the facts we know:

- he delivers our mail at least Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
- he only comes into the office and hand delivers the mail on Wednesdays (also the only mornings I work)
- he does not hand deliver the mail to any of the other 6 business on my plaza
- he offered to lose the "duty slip" for a package my boss received from the United States (which according to my Uncle, who is also a mail man... you can get in a lot of trouble)
- he has no ring and drives a 2 door Mitisbuishi (sp?) Eclipse
- when he drove away today (he parks his car on the street across from the office, and instead of paying attention forward, he was looking at our plaza, and when after he passed my work, he looked forward [I am the middle business])

So the plan is... I'm going to write him a brief note be like "so, I think you are very attractive, and wouldn't mind grabbing coffee sometime if you are interested... yada yada yada" and address it to: The Mail Man, who delivers on Marlee Avenue, Toronto, Ontario.

Here goes nothing... I mean whats the worse that can happen... he starts putting the mail in the mailbox?

I won't let this blog die, I won't let this blog die, I won't let this blog die ...

Alright, so posting has been kind of scarse (sp?) these days, I apologize ... I've just been overly frustrated the last little bit... and you don't want to have to read me rant all the time. But things, are starting to pick up...

- I got mad at Telus for having sucky service in not being able to activate my new phone, and won, they are giving me my first two months free AND waiving my activation fee ... they are back in my good books

- I cried at work, because an agent was driving me fucking loopy (as well as Telus)... my boss allowed me to take a personal day AND told me I was getting a raise in January. Note: I should mentally break down more often.

- I re hashed an old habit with a friend called: lets decide to go out and do something at midnight... featuring Miss Kinsey and Golden Griddle.

That is really all to note, save for guys, but... ya, that is all to note :)

Currently trying to master singing "One Week" by the Barenaked Ladies, if I can do that... I'll sing at karaoke. Its a daunting task.

But, I figure if I once was able to learn "the countries of the world" by yakko (to the tune of the mexican hat dance... yakko is from the animaniacs) I can do this.

Honest to goodness, this happened

So I was on my way to Scarberia to visit my sister last night, and I was on the bus reading the fifth Harry Potter.

This older, Jamaican woman approaches me when I got off the bus.

JW: Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me (I didn't hear her the first two times cause I had my headphones on)
M: [removes headphones] Yes?
JW: Thats a pretty big book you are reading there.
M: [looks confused] Ya, I guess it is
JW: Have you ever heard of the other big book?
M: 0.o
JW: The Bible?
M: Oh, I'm a Christian
JW: [look of shock] You are a Christian and you are reading that filth? [kisses teeth] That is confusion! [walks away]



Damn freaking evangelists.

Folks, this is why people think Christians are dicks. And, I'd tend to agree.