I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.

That’s a shame.

The college has gotten my goat again, if there was any goat left to be gotten. This time, the library didn’t have even one (1) out of three (3) books recommended for research for an essay worth 15% of my final grade, due this Friday. Fantastic! All I do is laugh. I dreamed this morning that I was in a small hotel room full of bees. I think I bit one. I woke up thinking I should eat a steak a day, and dreading writing … Continue reading

And another thing.

Pretentiousness level: High Tonight at work, a woman with two young children approached the cash desk. Her son held a pack of gum in his hand. She noticed it, jerked it out of his hands, looked at the package, and loudly proclaimed, “Oh, NO! No no. It has sorbitol in it. You’re not getting that.” “Why not?” the child asked innocently. “Because sorbitol is bad for you.” And then, she instead bought 12 packs of Smarties, a bag of Gummy Worms, and a pack of … Continue reading

Bring it all back.

So. I think I’ve got this figured out. Everything happens for a reason. Usually that reason is to bleed me dry of any money I thought I still might be entitled to spending on things I actually enjoyed, but anyway. So I’ll finish up this piece of shit program, then I’m moving onward to some other program on which I’ll waste more money. Hopefully, this time it’ll work out! And if it doesn’t, hey, I’m used to post-secondary disappointment; it’s almost a joy to me … Continue reading

H-ape-piness

I’m only posting because I love this photo. That’s awesome. I hope there are actually a billion gorillas hidden somewhere. I’d like to hug them, provided they didn’t kill me. Share the post “H-ape-piness” FacebookXShare… Continue reading

Mysteries!

Each week, something new happens so that the woman I work with who speaks only of tragedies will have something new to tell me they should reinstate the death penalty for. Similarly, but less likely to be a contributor to the argument for the death penalty by my coworker, there might have been another foot found, this time in Washington. This mystery intrigues me, although it’s probably just as simple as a bunch of people drowning and no one caring enough to report them all … Continue reading

This Things I Believe

Got a flat tire the other day. Got it fixed for free today, because the person who owned the car before my parents bought it got their tires from the place I went to. Ho ho! Free flat repairs for (the) life (of the tires)! I’m gonna drive me over a bed of nails! Share the post “This Things I Believe” FacebookXShare… Continue reading

Plans and Sleep

You ever look at a play-on-words so many times that the real word looks downright out of place the next time you see it? (Probably not.) Tonight, reading Vonnegut’s introduction to Bagombo Snuff Box, I came across the word “comatose”. Just looks weird to me now. The drive-in is fun. It is one of few situations where a station wagon dominates a much sexier car. Any car you can lie down in the back of on a pile of blankets and pillows to watch three … Continue reading

Happy Birthday, George

Ah, the stories we have from growing up. A lanky, flat-chested, pimple-faced girl of 12, I would sit on my front porch (the back patio at that point was yet to be built) reading magazines, books, whathaveyou. Always reading. And George, an older boy who I’d known seemingly forever in this neighbourhood, would happen by sometimes and ask what I was reading. Often I was reading things I planned for him to ask me about. He was good looking. Tall, skinny-ish, dark hair… the rare, … Continue reading

Operation Dumbo Drop

I’m getting up at 9 in the morning, no matter what. This late-night cycle has to end. Although it is the only time I’m sure I’ll ever do my course reading for Labour Relations, because let’s be honest: Who needs that shit during the daytime?? There is so much to be done. And I’m doing none of it. Snooze limit tomorrow: 5 times. Not 15. (I’m serious.) Sometimes I see a light on in my house, and I almost walk past it, but then I … Continue reading

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