It's been literally years since I updated. I don't seem to be inspired much these days to write. I am not sure if I have become more boring in life or if things have slowly stopped being exciting enough to write about. With university in the past it is true that I am no longer exposed daily to a hundred people all with fascinating back stories ( Read more... )

It's been five full months now since I've updated. What have I been doing, other than gift registry wenching and feeling sorry for myself ( Read more... )

It must be love, because today in the grocery store I stood poised, ready to satiate my desire for lasagna, in the frozen food aisle. There it was, perfectly positioned at eye level, a gorgeously photographed lasagna, looking like heaven on earth and practically begging me to take it home and eat it. I had my hand on its succulent cardboard before ( Read more... )

“If there’s a goal that everyone remembers, it was back in 72, we all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger, and all I remember is sitting beside you ( Read more... )

Actual text of letter penned (but not yet sent, alas) to the North Bay Nugget (newspaper):802-40 Landry St ( Read more... )

Wow, I just wrote a huge LJ entry when suddenly a popup appeared and turned the site into a spam website. I have got to get these viruses of the computer. I am in no mood to rewrite the whole eight paragraph manifesto, so here is a recap ( Read more... )

We had the Tara-going-away party and people came, which is good. I always worry that no one will show and it will be me and Tara, and usually Kyla (but not this time), sitting around eating cookies and cupcakes. It was more relaxed than previous parties, which is good in that there was no "yakking" and bad in that there are no embarassing photos. ( Read more... )

We had the Tara-going-away party and people came, which is good. I always worry that no one will show and it will be me and Tara, and usually Kyla (but not this time), sitting around eating cookies and cupcakes. It was more relaxed than previous parties, which is good in that there was no "yakking" and bad in that there are no embarassing photos. ( Read more... )

Allow me to express my rage at the powers that be in the mall fashion industry. Last year at this time, I was frantically looking for a white dress. I looked through all the malls in Ottawa, including Carlingwood (I had a lot of time on my hands then) but there was nary a white dress to be had for love nor money.  Desperate times calling for ( Read more... )

When people ask what I want to do with my English degree, I say I want to write or edit, and then they ask if I write, and I tell them I do. The truth is, I don't. I write in my head all the time but the act of sitting and typing it all -- or worse, labouriously scratching it onto paper with a cramping hand -- is something I do far too little of, ( Read more... )