…and I did it all through sheer avoidance!

I never want to be a leader. Especially not after (almost finishing) writing the most redundant paper I’ve written in a long while. End my life! Cell phone-MSN sucks. My alter ego is Turkey Sub. Kristin’s is Chunky Soup. We get along all right. We need someone to be 2% Milk. I’m sick of having the physical insides of a 55 year old man. (I don’t even think 55 year old women get the same kind of stomach problems and heartburn as I do.) I … Continue reading

Sometimes, things are funny. And sometimes, they are not. Maybe I’m just getting really old, but when what you’re mocking happens to be a giant part of someone’s life (with the exception of Scientology or Mormonism, because I have to lend myself to hypocrisy in one way or another), it’s time to fuck off. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just taking these ‘jokes’ too seriously, but I’d like to think that if one day I get engaged, or get a job across the planet, or … Continue reading

Taking a break from the 3 projects I have on the go to say…

Hey, look! I’m famous on a website that no one knows of yet! A month ago, I received an email telling me I’d been shortlisted, and today my photo (which I never submitted, but which was found on my Flickr) was picked to represent Niagara Falls. Weird! I got some amazing photos this weekend, including some amazing pictures of some deer about a kilometer from the highway I was on. My zoom is amazing!!! I’ll upload them one day when I get some time again. … Continue reading

New Camera, Same Fotos

Just prior to work and far prior to rum, I purchased the Canon S5 IS camera that I had wanted for so long. For a while, I was set on instead getting a DSLR, but I figure by the time I’m any good at one of those, there will be better quality ones out there. For now, I’ll stick to a high-end point and shoot that’s half the price. Tomorrow, I speak. I speak for ten minutes in front of a class, and I include … Continue reading

Et tu, Bruteh!

Let’s pretend this was posted yesterday.Let’s pretend I can’t do HTML when I’ve been drinking all night, even though the above link clearly worked as it should have.Let’s pretend I wasn’t told I’d be sued by a guy who wanted to buy 12 cases of pop today when the limit at my store is 4 per person.Let’s pretend I’m not using Spellcheck and backspacing at the moment.Let’s pretend I didn’t drink 2 rum & cokes and one Kahlua mudslide tonight.Let’s pretend I am not watching … Continue reading

My cute little niece came along with my parents to visit me today. They all got me out of my “can’t do my assignment” blues. Macy’s facial expressions as she watches the fish dart around in the aquarium in my living room is priceless. How are my days being spent lately? Looking for furniture and cars on Kijiji, writing resumes, sleeping little, working, and spending my days at school scratching my head wondering if any of this is actually real to any degree. And yes, … Continue reading

The Ghoul’s Ghouls Only Come Out at Night

Come on, Deb. Why do you do this to me? To yourself?? You don’t know me. Is it absolutely necessary that you ask me if I’m okay lately? Lately?? What are you comparing it to? The me you don’t know any other time of the year? The reason I sound abrupt and short with you is because you’re you. And that’s the same reason your roommates don’t like you much; because you’re you, not because you’re a girl and you’re white, as you’ve once claimed … Continue reading

Poor people with poorer vocabulary, bitching about the government at 10:30, shoveling snow

The deposit on the new place goes down tomorrow. I have a small feeling this is a giant mistake, but perhaps that’s just because someone told me how unhappy my landlord seemed this morning about us moving out, and now I feel bad. And it’s not just because he’s losing money this way, that he probably feels bad. It’s also probably because he actually likes us and we’ve never been shitty tenants, and he’ll miss my cat who is cool and possibly homosexual. We have … Continue reading

Can I have your couch?

3:30 is decidedly the worst time to be on the bus. Between the fat children intentionally barking like dogs, spouting swearwords in order to irritate the driver, and the sardine can-esque personal space factor, I rarely enjoy a 3:30 trip home. I would even go as far as to say that when I start paying out the ass for a car in a couple of months, I probably will not miss the 3:30 bus all that much. I have too much to talk about this … Continue reading

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