I'm tired of doing all the pursuing. It's someone else's turn ( Read more... )

 For some reason at work today, every time I heard that tell-tale creak at the doorway, I looked up, half-expecting to see you. Not sure why. I haven't expected to see you at all over the past month ( Read more... )

* Went out LATE for ol' granny Michelle last night. Out till 2. Matt swung by after work, bringing me a parcel containing leftover croissant and banana nut-muffins. Late  night offerings of baked goods and pints? That's halfway to my heart man ( Read more... )

Last night I ventured back up to the Annex to meet a girlfriend for dinner. The streetcar took me past my old house, at which point I felt a twinge of nostalgia for my life pre-autumn of last year. Up to my old subway stop, and out onto the street. I walked fairly slowly among the lights of the pool hall, and Honest Eds and the smells wafting from ( Read more... )

 When does that happen? That day. The one where I'll spontaneously sprout a sensible bobbed haircut, sport comfortable pants with an unnaturally high waist, and maybe become one of those women who's really 'into horses'. I don't mean 'I enjoy seeing horses in the pasture, and going trailriding'. I'm talking more like 'they're JUST like people. In ( Read more... )

 You'd think a girl of my position and ability would be able to just ask a dude out by now...but no....noooooo....
I perform the coy dance when really, I just need to grow a pair.

This is me shaking my head in disbelief at myself. 
Why can't I do this anymore???

 The vomit coming from the sky makes me want to kick up a large fuss and not stop until it becomes really really annoying.

Arrrrgh.

...don't believe there's such thing as 'non-drowsy' Neo Citran. I call BULLSHIT Norvartis Consumer Health Canada Inc! I was alseep nearly before I finished a mugful last  night.

...am craving some human intimacy these days. Do I need a fuckbuddy? Or just a hug? How I'm feeling today, I'd settle for getting groped on the subway. *

(*ok, not really.... ( Read more... )

Waking up late on Sunday morning. Yes, a little hungover, but that seems to make that first cup of coffee that much sweeter. Listen to it bubble and brew while I read The Walrus, feet up on the couch soaking in a late-winter sunbeam ( Read more... )

Yesterday ( Read more... )