Look, I can type things, and then the internet can read it, should it want to ( Read more... )

I'm even commitment phobic towards lack of commitment. A commitment to, uh, incommitment even. Noncommitment? Uncommitment? I GIVE UP ( Read more... )

Yep ( Read more... )

I guess I have a social responsibility to say something about lonelygirl15.  We all need to do what we can to make this what slap bracelets were to the nineties.  (And that was likely the lamest analogy ever.)  A little late on this, but can you think of a better way to spend a windy, sunny Sunday afternoon?  Oh. Really.
What follows is a rather ( Read more... )

A couple weeks ago, I got a kitten! Black, big humanish green eyes, with greyish face and white armpits/random white strands ( Read more... )

Today Southern Ontario was the hottest area in North America.
Markham was the hottest city on the continent, reaching 37.8 degrees Celsius, right up there at 100 degrees Fareinheit.

Great White North, eh.

(Bloggin' it because I care... and really really want a reference point to review years from now... obsessive like that.)

Allow me to pout for a moment. (OK, three moments. Ish.)
I love thunderstorms. Love 'em.  However, I love them MORE when I'm reading in bed, preferably with a cuppa, listening to the patter of rain on the roof.  Thunderstorms are less exihilarating when they make going to the carnival rather difficult. Nay, unreasonable.

(I just said 'nay'. Migod.)

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I think the calm before the storm is finally over.
(Unless this was the storm, in a delicious twist.)

Because I'm going to Bluesfest this summer, and, assumedly, you aren't.
Unless, you, you know... are.

I suppose it's a suitable substitute for Lollapalooza -- even when I made the post about it, there were doubts as to whether it [Lolla] was actually feasible. (Mainly: my friends who are cool enough to dig those bands aren't allowed to go, and the ( Read more... )

My words are constipated. I'm far too jittery to be comfortable sitting here and far too confused to do anything. My fingers tap restlessly on the desk, before they finally settle on a few keys that will form words of breifly attainable thoughts. My feelings block up my arteries and I fleetingly think maybe something important might stop ( Read more... )