Pictures of me and some other stuff

Ok so I have to admit first and foremost that I'm pissed. Drunk. Not falling down drunk or anything but I'm fairly drunk at the moment.

I've had 4 glasses of red at my parents local.

Did I mention they live in the middle of Ontario's wine country?

They do.

Since they've lived in the same town ever since I was born do you know what that means? It means I'm a small town girl, but I still feel that since I lived in Toronto for over 5 years and never really fit in here anyway, I'm a city girl.

Moving on, I love the local wines. I had 4 glasses. That's 2 more glasses then I usually allow myself. And believe me, correcting the spelling is becoming a hassle. If I've missed any, I'm sorry.

After dinner, my parents and I walked down to one of the local bars and met up with some of their friends who have by proxy become my friends as well. I've known most of them since I was little. It was good times.

My mom and I were on our way to the loos when she said , "all the boys are looking at you" right in front of the boys who were looking at me! WTF?! I was so embaressed. Why do moms do that?

Other then that I've been shopping and walking around.

Walking has been good. I've got used to the chilly air and it's got a bit warmer outside.

As for the walking though...

I've been going on "special walks" to have "sanity cigarettes" and every time I go which is most nights I end up freaked out and terrified.

It's all dark and breezy, the leaves are dropping from trees and sometimes if it's been raining, the drops fall from the tops of the trees and it all adds up and I get so paranoid that it's a wonder I haven't had a heart attack.

The sound that the leaves make as they fall is surprisingly loud. I get convinced that someone is following me, someone who will rape and murder me and not necessarlily in that order.

I end up running home in a cold sweat, afraid of my own shadow. It really doesn't help that people have gone into full blown Halloween mode and have decorated their yards with ghosts and skeletons and gravestones.

I just went for a cigartette and I swear a possum just walked past me. A fucking possum!

Really you know you're in the country when...

Having said that we had raccoons that routinely shat on our deck when we lived downtown Toronto so go figure...

Anyway, I've decided tp upload pictures of myself. I'm feeling pretty bold and drunk and whatever. It seems like a good idea now.

So, here I am (bear in mind the carmera adds 10 pounds and so does the coat!)-

Me walking in the woods.
Me looking down at the town that I was born and raised in. You can see the shoreline of Lake Ontario.

Me in the woods again.



So there you go, that's me in the woods.

Actually, if I'm going to be honest, which I am, I asked Cush to take these so I could put them up here. Just for fun.

So I was hoping this post would turn into something thought provoking but it hasn't. I'm too drunk to think deeply.

Actually, I just want to go to bed and sleep it off. Actually I want a cigarette before I go to bed but I'm terrified if the possum comes back.

You don't understand it walked right. past. me.

Oh and hey, what's all this nonesense about who I am, and who I'm married to?

If you're out of the loop read this post from Jet Driver and the comments. I was merely pointing out the obvious that JD is in love (obsessed!) with UD. I can tell these things... And also, I had just had a "sanity cigarette" and I found my own comment amusing.

Am I Ms. Dragon? I suspect she has a million years more patience then I do.

Is Cush Mr. Dragon? Not that I know of, since UD started blogging before Cush and I moved here, so it doesn't really make sense.

Am I Undercover Dragon? Do I seem clever enough? No, no I don't.

Could I be dumbing myself down? I could be but I don't think I have the patience to lead a double life of smart girl/average-to-dippy girl.

Maybe we are all BFF's, but perhaps we aren't and never will be.

Does it really matter?

Does it? I'm just a girl, my husband is just a guy and that's how we roll. I could be you but I write my shit down, you know?

I don't think I'm interesting enough to theorize about, but I'm flattered really.

So I guess thanks.

Maybe UD is interesting enough to theorize about and I just got caught in the middle. That works.

Anyway, I'm off to sleep off my drunkenness.

Good night.