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Another weekend away is coming at a perfectly lovely time, really.
Michael is off to Ottawa for a handful of days - 4, to be exact - so I slapped my father in the back (I’m such a sweet and kindred soul), and informed him I would be accompanying he and my mother to the cottage this weekend.
And my brother and his lady love, woo.

Oh right, I haven’t ( Read more... )

Thanks to my cousin (and neighbour), I am borderline dying.
An exaggeration of sorts, definitely - but the boy and I have been coughing, sniffling, gagging and sometimes (only on two occasions), vomiting.
I'm such a baby, but I hate being sick.

Citric acid is delicious, doctors don't know shit.
Michael is taking me to see Transformers - more than meets the eye.
Toronto has issued an Extreme Heat Alert, I am going to F'ing boil, like a lobster.

This weekend..
- I walked around, it rained and I cried - I’m dainty.
- I shared a poutine with my best friend, it sucked - new people taking over a restaurant and cooking food we’ve eaten since we were 5 WRONG? Not pleased.
- I sat with my cousin while Michael and my best friend Samantha went for a walk and a heart-to-heart. He’s got a thumbs up for ( Read more... )

I was reading some Cosmo via online when I came across "aphrodisiac foods", and decided for a read.
Most I snickered at - we're aware bananas are phallic-shaped, but I can eat one without thinking it's a penis and getting turned on, so what the fuck is that?
And then I read this thing about watermelons - The juicy fruit contains the phytonutrient ( Read more... )