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Tonight’s Topic: Shit How much shit can one exhausted, constantly fucked-around person take? Discuss! Share the post “” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
Author: Nik
BJ Novak for the win. Anybody with the name BJ, for that matter, deserves a lot of props. I can only imagine the childhood taunting. Unless for his handle he was hailed as a hero. In which case, you know what, you kids really disgust me. Shit. I’m sorry to hear he was on Punk’d. That’s unfortunate. But I really do like BJ Novak. Share the post “” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
What’s Changed:
First apartment up high My own curtains (was it worth the money and stress of finding them? I think so.) Two roommates instead of one Not near enough to a Tim Hortons to walk there every day, so I make all my own tea instead of buying it Have to pay for laundry (ew) No ugly green carpet No boxes allowed to be stored in my closet after finished unpacking (as per my new personal goal) 20 minute walk to/from work, thus more exercise Can… Continue reading
You know, when you really think about it, you might say I’m leading the life I dreamed of as a child: Staying up late, doing whatever I want, spending my own money, having my own room, not going to school (because it’s summer for 8 months), I have my own kitty, I’m eating chocolate cookies for breakfast. …Should’ve aimed higher. But for now, these cookies are delicious. Share the post “” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
MIRACLES!
Okay, my room is fucking haunted. While moving some things on my bed (I had been unpacking) just now, I found the missing arm piece of the sunglasses; the very piece which I lost on the bus the other day. Why this doesn’t make sense in terms of reality: When the sunglasses originally fell off, I grabbed them from behind the seat they fell, without looking at them, and got off the bus As soon as the exit door closed, I looked in my hand… Continue reading
Every day is another trip to the mall for me. Closet organizing things, mostly, to make the most of my vertical space. And hooks. Plenty of hooks. I’m pretty sure either my bulletin board or full-length mirror (both??) will fall down in the middle of the night. Oop. Let’s hope those hooks are structurally sound. Living this far from a Tim Hortons leaves much to be desired. Actually… between this site and this one, I’m learning that the longest it could possibly take me to… Continue reading
All is again well in the jungle.
Mee-lo came back today! (!!!!!!!) He was apparently full of dirt (probably from napping in a rusty old tire for a few days) but I haven’t heard anything else, so he’s probably doing just fine. Share the post “All is again well in the jungle.” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
Ah, Bathfitter. I forgot my shower puff at the other place. I’ll have to get that tomorrow. These sunglasses were never meant to be. The first time I lost the arm to them, it was for two or three months, maybe more, and I found it in a purse the other day. Wore them today, and fucking lost the arm again when the glasses fell off on the bus. FUCK, I hate how much I loved those sunglasses. There’s no getting the arm back this… Continue reading
MISSING
Throwing my goals in the garbage is the most liberating thing I’ve done all day.Well, first crumpling the list of them up and then ranting on about how they will now reside in a landfill never to bother me again, that was most liberating. In it, I found reason. Milo-Kitty ran away. 🙁 I’m scared for him. He’s not exactly the Albert Einstein of the feline variety; more similarly, he’s the Grimace, but less ambitious. Since I don’t live in the same city as them,… Continue reading
Isn’t she a beaut!
Not having pressure to the maximum is a many wonderful thing. I don’t care if I ever finish my program at all! Except for that whole “then it would be a giant waste of money” thing. But isn’t it already? Isn’t it? No. While the mental pressure has subsided, the pressure on my left kneecap is enough to make me shriek in horrific pain every time I bend, and as such, I have been doing so all day while packing. The knee feels just about… Continue reading
