What did you do this summer?
Here’s what I did. Continue reading
Yup. Went there.
Ok, so the elevator is inherently awkward. Confined space. Strangers. Smells. Standing. Germs on the buttons. Mirrors, sometimes. Security camera, sometimes. You automatically submit yourself to the fact that if it gets stuck, you will have to help deliver a baby. It’s all bad. Continue reading
Top o’ the marnin’ to ya! St. Patrick’s Day always reminds me of a wee embarrassing moment I had whilst in university.
I think it’s safe to say that St. Patty’s Day, especially for the student population, is an just excuse to ramp up the drunken debauchery. I’ll remind you of my city’s claim to fame from St. Patty’s Day two years ago—the Fleming Drive Riot. Because here in Canada, when the weather is unseasonably warm in March, we riot. Continue reading
It’s no secret that one of my favourite snacks is Spitz sunflower seeds. To be so brash as to quote myself:
“I am an expert sunflower seed eater. I have spent copious hours honing my craft. Forget tying a cherry stem with your tongue—you really want to see some sexy talent? Watch me shell those seeds with such swift precision that I don’t have to take my eyes off the TV.”
— Me, Meet theVERYsinglegirl
So yeah. I like them.
Hey kids, remember meeeeeeee? It’s your friendly neighbourhood, half-assed “blogger”! You don’t? Oh.
I decided to cool it on the blog over the holidays, you know, for Jesus’ sake. But then my computer crashed on Dec. 27 (thanks a lot, Jesus!). I brought it to the computer fixing people, it was sent to the manufacturer and I STILL don’t have it back. I have to type this on a tiny, ancient Netbook, so this will be short and sweet. Continue reading
This is short and sweet because frankly, things (thankfully) have been pretty quiet in the embarrassing, perplexing situations department of my life. Also, the season premiere of Survivor airs very shortly. EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! You understand. Continue reading
Oh, hi! I didn’t see you there. Thanks for coming. It’s been a while. Did you miss me? I missed you. Here’s a recap of the fun we missed together during our time apart:
- My Christmas hams healed nicely. Thank you for your concern.
- My boob bruise also healed nicely. Thank you for your concern. Continue reading