December 2011
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Dear 2011, Thanks for the ups, the downs, the...
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NYC Meetup. Oh how presumputious of me...
I always feel all sorts of awkward doing this, but…
Some good souls out there have asked (so kind, so very, very kind) to meet up in dee city, and as I would not-so-secretly lurrrve to meet/touch/gaze at anyone who reads my rambles, I was wondering if anyone would like to join me for a calorie enhanced beer (or three) or water (no judgement here) at The Ginger Man (11 E and 36th St),...
I wish all my nails were all the same length. I wish I didn’t have any split ends. I wish I could wear backless tops. I wish I hadn’t eaten that. Or that. Or that. I wish I read more. I wish I slept less. I wish I had more money in my account. I wish I was in south east Asia. I wish I had a corporate job. I wish he hadn’t hurt me. I wish I hadn’t hurt him. I wish I...
Me: I ate really well today. Naturally too, without even trying. (In my head: I am soo awesome.)
Mom: That's good. What did you have?
Me: Eggs / salad for brunch [slept in, obvs], and then homemade veggie curry for dinner
Mom: Didn't you have some slices of cheese and melba toast too?
Me: Oh. Yea... totally forgot about that.
Mom: And I saw you having a fudgsicle in the afternoon
Me: Oh. Yea, forgot about that too
Mom: And some chocolate Christmas balls are missing.. any idea where they are?
Me: Goddammit.
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Random Thoughts. Random Words.
I’m still in bed. It’s 10:57am. If you’re judging me, I’m judging your mother
I have about six loads of laundry to do today
I have written (and rewritten) my My Weight post a thousand and one times, but can’t bring myself to post it
I’m not as obsessive about weighing myself as pre-trip days.
I’m booking my Toronto to Melbourne flight today. Because...
Online Dating. Let's do this Thang.
THE STIGMA
I can feel it. It’s everywhere. True, the air has got a lot thinner in the last few years, but still, the judgement is there. My thoughts are this: I worked in a twenty-something male environment for four plus years and never met anyone through work. It was the epitome of where I expected to too, but nope, I never once did. Was it me? Maybe, but for the sake of this post,...
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Christmas Biscottis (for people who don't like...
I don’t like biscottis. They’re hard, and usually not worth the calories. But-but-but, my mom makes these gems every year and despite not liking biscottis (or fake cherries), I seriously cannot get enough of these tasty Christmas treats.
3/4 Butter (softened) or margarine 2 cups Sugar 6 Eggs (use 5 if you easily taste eggys) 2...
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Christmas 2011
This is embarrassing and makes me look like a terrible person, but (total honest confession here) I used to be embarrassed by my family’s Christmases. Isn’t that awful? I know. Actually, it stemmed from the invention of facebook, tumblr, twitter etc —>being allowed into other people’s Christmases. Suddenly I was comparing my Christmas with hers, his and yours.
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boxing day.
you know those days where you wake up with no alarm clock, the sun streaming onto your bed? you then glance at the time, and although you’re not tired you still stay in your cocoon of warmth for an undisclosed amount of time. eventually you reach for your laptop and watch three episodes of your favourite tv show. you’re a season behind - excellent. the main character finally gets...
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Merry Christmas Eve.
This post is brought to you by random boys from OkCupid who have sent me messages in the last 24 hours.
28 / M / Straight / Single
Merry Christmas. Probably very different from what you’re used to, being far from family and all (and the change in seasons). Anyway, I’m just here to offer a gift of warmth. (Physical warmth as it were, if you feel the need to snuggle up with...
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I was right around the corner from my house tonight, driving home on this dark, cold, December evening when my headlights caught the reflection of a runner. She was running up a hill; smoothly, swiftly, effortlessly. One step at a time.
I sat at the lights and watched her. The hill was huge, so huge, but there she was, her reflective gear flashing to the beat of her pace. Left. Right. Left....
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It’s surreal sitting here at the Bangkok airport. A 23 hour flight ahead of me (I swear I’m going the long way around the world). And 3 incredible months behind me. Part I is complete. Part I because Part II starts soon. January soon. That’s when the next huge (huge, people, huge) phase begins. A new city. A new job. A new routine. A new permanent bed.
A new life. Whoa.
I am not ready to...
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Ohhhh... online dating is gonna be funnnnnnnn!!
Boy: I was going to make a sarcastic comment about one of your pics… but then I was like “shit, she’s really working that black dress.” So, there you have it; honesty.
Me: I’m intrigued. Sarcastic comment?
Boy: Oh yeah! It was where you say something about how running counteracts the effects of your eating habits, and I was going to say something like ...
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Ready, y’all? We’re going point form at it. Who’s excited? Answer: You are! You are!
So, remember that bright, pink, awesome outfit I wore? Well that night was all sorts of debaucherous (and fun). Seriously. There are stories from that night not appropriate for Little Blog… although - I fully intend on posting some of the photos soon, and making leude innuendos to things...
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Did you know I never put my seat back on planes?
Or on buses, or trains, or anywhere else seats go back. Why? Because I feel too bad for the stranger sitting behind me. It doesn’t matter if everyone has their seat back (including the person in front of me), or that I’m twisting and turning in discomfort. I just never put my seat back because I feel sorry for John Doe behind me.
Ridiculous, right? I know.
I am probably one of the...
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I’ve been a little quiet on the home front lately, mostly because, ummm, let’s just say I’m officially going through my 1/4 life crisis. Tears are constantly sitting behind my eyes, and all I pretty much want to do is go home. I’ve officially banned myself from The Facebook, it’s just too hard to see my home crew’s lives in status and/or photo form. Should we...
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The Beach. From the Movie.
You decide to travel, so you do. You choose your countries, your cities, the places you want to go, the things you want to see. You want an adventure. An escape from your real life. You want to see the world! Be part of something.
And so you book it. Say your goodbyes. And leave. You walk through the airport gates. Go through the security check. And board your plane.
Then you anticipate. And...
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