Things I Miss Currently:

Our little blue car. RIP sweetie. You were loved. The tartar under my gums before my dental appointment today. It had become a part of me. The ability to react sharply and quickly, both physically and mentally. Painkillers and muscle relaxants are a wonderful demotivator and defense-mechanism-killer, but I like being slightly wound-up. Now I know why my friend who was addicted to codeine was such a lackadaisical slacker all the time. In short, we got into a big car accident caused by a gent… Continue reading

A List of Hates

I try (in more recent years) not to be entirely negative. A lot of you who are closer to me will admit that I am usually a happy person but I do have a cynical outlook on much of life, probably caused by being an overachiever but never really achieving anything tangible or impressive. I expect a lot sometimes, but usually only from the things I put a good amount of effort into on my own, which this August are many things, with few results.… Continue reading

I am covered in bites and one sting. I am slower than a zombie today. Withdrawals from both Vitamin D and homemade coffee are the culprit. Being on the island was fun fun fun!, then we remembered we live and work in Welland. C’est la shitty vie, that’s what Quebec taught me. I still like little old Welland, but it’s nothing compared to a place where both my jobs are 550km away. My two-and-a-half year old niece may or may not have seen ghosts this… Continue reading

Canadian Shame

Here’s the thing. Capitalism is everywhere. You knew it when you got old enough to think for yourself. You knew it when you became an adult turned 19. You know it now that you (maybe) pay your own rent/mortgage. So if you’re so big on protesting, where have you been the rest of this year to spread awareness of your cause? Why are you not moving to a third-world, non-corporate country to support the less fortunate? Why are you not sewing your own clothes? Why… Continue reading

Welland, you are a cruel and sexy mistress.

“Excuse me, what ethnicity are you?”“…Pardon?”“What ethnicity are you?” “Uh, I have Greek grandparents…” etc. and so forth. This is what I heard in the aisle over from mine before I decided to scope out the weirdo. I strolled casually — if strolling can be done in such a way — to the other end of the store to a row of shelves parallel to where the random was striking up awkward conversation with the pretty girl. I got a good look at him. His… Continue reading

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