Sunday morning dance party

This morning around 8:00 I went to the grocery store to buy some breakfast ingredients. As expected, I found a pretty deserted store. What I didn't expect, though, was the late 80s/early 90s dance music blasting throughout the store. It was like a dance club dressed up as a grocery store! Quelle bonne idée!

When I arrived, the speakers were pumping out Rick Astley's "She Wants To Dance With Me."
(watch out - it's loud)


And when I left, it was Black Box's "Strike it Up."

So says Jon Darnielle

"There are a lot of ways to make money in this world, but I can't recommend insurance fraud."

--Insurance Fraud #2 by The Mountain Goats

Sugar high

Yesterday afternoon, Miss Jackson took me to Juliette et Chocolat for some belated birthday hot chocolate. Ho. Lee. Shit. I think I slurped down three or four melted dark chocolate bars and got the sugar high to prove it. Talking too loud, walking too fast, hands all jittery. And then the stomach ache that lasted all night long. Ugh. Don't get me wrong. The chocolate was extremely tasty, but next time I'm going to have to have a shot or two instead of a big ol' mug full of it.

More hair nonsense

Thanks to all my lovely friends for voting on what i should do with my hair. It was a very tight race with the Joan of Arc hair barely beating out the blurry hair and the long hair with bangs, which tied for second. Unlike the Quebec government, there can only be one winner; all other candidates must be discarded. Photoshop to the rescue!

As it turns out, I don't look so very wonderful with bangs.



And as Joan of Arc, I look a little akward.



But this one's not so bad.



Right now, I am sold on that last one. Is it just because I did the best photoshopping job on that one? Ack! Must stop wavering and just get my hair cut!