When Mexican eggs get a divorce, they only need to have different colors of salsa on each of them, and be separated by a column of chilaquiles. It would seem, however, the when people get a divorce in Ontario, you need more than fried tortillas to meet the separation requirements. Pah. I think fried tortillas should be enough, don't you ( Read more... )

Katie and Dan are wandering aimlessly through Hamilton, I think they're back on course for Toronto once more ( Read more... )

I'm up at an ongodly hour as I have to head out to the Airport area to bartend this morning. I've decided to take the Fiat (wish me luck) as I really don't feel like the two hour transit ride. This will be one of the first mornings I've commuted to work in a really, really, long time.

Jo's (kestrelshrike) headed off to North Carolina on the motorcycle. lastmx is ( Read more... )

Today was a pretty good day, over all. I don't think that I could have handled today if it had not been a good day. I worked at Saint Michael's this morning, got a trendy water bottle out of the deal (but no more balloons), got a few more resume's out in the afternoon, and at some point, I remembered that it was the two year anniversary of my ( Read more... )

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.oʇ ʇı ɹɐǝʍ oʇ ǝɹǝɥʍǝɯos puıɟ 'ɹǝ 'puɐ ¡ǝɯıʇ uo ǝɹǝɥ ʇı sǝʞɐɯ ʇı buıdoɥ oʇ s,ǝɹǝɥ os 'sn ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ sǝɔǝıd ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝuo ɹǝpɹo oʇ buıʌɐɥ ɯ,ı .ɥʇıʍ ʞo ɯ,ı ʇɐɥʇ ǝɯnʇsoɔ uǝǝʍo11ɐɥ ɐ ɥʇıʍ dn ǝɯoɔ ʎ11ɐuıɟ ǝʌɐɥ ı

Today the following fun things have happened so far ( Read more... )

I hate pants. I've always hated pants. The problem is, I kind of like winter. These two issues often come in direct conflict with one another, because lets face it, pants are pretty handy once the snow sets in. Where am I going with this? Good question ( Read more... )

Life can be fucking surreal at times ( Read more... )

Every time I see another "We're all Doomed!" sort of headline pertaining to the economy, I burst into hysterical laughter. I don't suppose it's really all that funny, but it is starting to get out of hand. And, well, I suppose it really shouldn't be funny at all to me in specific, given my lack of a job that is really providing me with enough ( Read more... )

Having now slept off a fair bit of my last dose of happy-making painkillers, I think I can now afford to go into a bit more detail on the fun filled events of yesterday. I'm not sure why, but I like writing about these procedures for posterity. I think of bit of it is that I know I will forget if I don't write it down. It is human nature (for ( Read more... )