( That's the story of my life/ The story of my life )

I keep trying to blog and failing, and I started work today so I’m already sleep deprived, so I’ll just post ( The Book Meme )

Yes, reality tv shows like Average Joe and The Swan speak volumes about the decaying nature of modern society, but the very existence of The Ashley Madison Agency is far more unnerving ( Read more... )

As a consequence of a recent conversation with my future wife, during which I asserted that the farming and consumption of small children would bring me supreme happiness, I have created:


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I realized today, as I struggled to class through the drizzle and wind, that I’m experiencing an abrupt discovery (rediscovery?) of my collarbone- though regrettably this mounting awareness of a part of my body I’d never noticed before seems to have necessitated its redefinition as the locus of all the intense suffering inherent in Montreal weather ( Read more... )

"Sly sideways glances at this Rachelwoman, discreetly stolen in between conversational lulls, indicate that her expectations are lowering with every set of traffic lights we pass. She's pretty gabby though, and with the weekend hangover's ferocity, I'm finding it hard to maintain concentration. Also, when you've pulled and you know you're in, ( Read more... )

( yeah yeah that survey everyone is doing :) )

Given time I could get tired of all this sleeping
The days I’ve thrown away
And the hours that I am keeping
But for a while I’m fairly happy feeling hopeless
A somersault in a winter coat
I didn’t notice a thingThese last few days I’ve been sleeping exorbitantly, collapsing into endless strings of naps that are probably entirely unnecessary- but I’ ( Read more... )

On the walk home I remember suddenly that I used to cry each time I entered the city, pressing my nose against the glass of the taxicab window and gasping at the stark black shadows against the greyly polluted sky. The drivers would continue on in platitudinous late-night monologue, indifferent to my ecstasy. The night is split in half by a ( Read more... )

So so Saint Patrick’s Day is Wednesday, and as I await the day’s events impatiently, I’m working on my own personalized version of the KISS ME I’M IRISH shirt. Mine will be beautiful, and even has beads and tassels. Yes, I am making productive use of my time. Shut up ( Read more... )