Yep, I'm alive - From Ally

Good People
As you are aware, by a very insensitive Alex, I lost my job. This was 3 weeks ago. And I have JUST found the courage to talk to you all ('you all' being, what...Erin? Maybe Alex, when she's lonely and needs to feel cool?)
Anyways, let me fill you in as to what I've been up to. I am one unhealed-scab away from living in a van down by the river like my hero, Matt Foley. (So to speak - I do, infact, let my scabs heal). I usually start my day bright and early at the crack of noon. This is much different than waking up at 7am like I was growing accustomed to. I usually stretch a bit and then slide out of bed. I walk downstairs in my underwear (cause everyone else in our house is at work/school/out being productive) and get something to eat. Breakfast is over by hours and I'm well into lunch, so I usually combine the two meals. When I had a job, my breakfasts were usually a bowl of cereal and a tea, maybe an apple. This morning, for instance, I had 2 large cinnamon rolls from Bloor Street's own Cobb Bakery (amazing) microwaved, to which I add butter, then a couple of Vietnemese Coffees (this of course is equal parts espresso and Eagle Brand sweetened condensed milk, over ice). Then I microwaved lasagna from last night (two servings) and several Pillsbury Snowman cookies. Then I take a break and watch some tv. I usually watch the Food Network or Life. MTV during the day is shit and W makes me depressed (UNLESS What Not To Wear is on) and MUCH MUSIC is dead to me, so my television never lands on channel 29. Around now, 1:30pm, I get hungry for a snack. I'm still in my underwear, so I walk down the hall to our sewing room where we keep our freezer. I have a box of 100 mini-Mars bars frozen in there. It's the only way I'll eat them. So, I'll bring like, 8 back to my iBook and eat them while I read DListed.com and PerezHilton.com and Vice and such. Then I get tired, so I have a nap. I wake up at 4 and shower (mostly I don't) and either a) go to my serving job or b) go to my bartending job or c) get my ass up to my boyfriend's house. When I get there (he's usually at school) I check my email and take a nap on his bed. He'll come home and we'll make dinner or go out for dinner and then we'll come home, and I'll wish I had more frozen Mars bars. Oh, I forgot to mention that we watch Jeopardy! at 7:30pm and I shout out the answers like a senile old lady. I go home to my house (if I don't fall asleep at his house) and watch TV till about 3am. What am I watching? Let me tell you what I watched last night:
The Simpsons, Family Guy, Intervention, What Not To Wear, Intervention (again), One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest (2 hrs) then capped it all of with some Iron Chef America (last nights secret ingredient? Ground Beef. Sheesh, are they getting lazy or what)
So yeah. I am jobless (sort of). I spend all my time on the internet, eating, eating while looking at the internet, checking my phone for messages (always none) and watering my African Violets and feeding my fish (Violet - I named her that mostly cause all the Mars bars meld memories together, so if I leave a post-it that says "FEED VIOLET" that could mean feed the fish, feed the plants, etc.)
In conclusion, I will be updating my dreams again, cause let me tell you...this non-stop roller coaster of depression, isolation, loss of motivation, and weight gain has been giving me nightmares the likes of which you could not imagine. One of them involved me stabbing a doll and then shooting anyone who tried to stop me. Is that messed up or what?!?!
Also, when I googled 'mars bar', I got a picture of a Jakalope. I don't get it, but let me tell you - the first pet I get thats not a fish, I am naming it Mars Bar.
See you at 12 - Ally