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As I was thinking about my plans for 2017 and it had suddenly occurred to me that in 2018 I will turn 30. 1988...carry the one...ahhhh fuck! I literally could not stop THIRTY thirty THIRTY thirty THIRTY from pounding in my brain.... Continue Reading →

Womb with a view

Recently, I turned 28, I have been in a stable, heterosexual, monogamous relationship for two years with a pretty cool dude, who I like a bit... So where are my babies? This is the question I dodge on a very... Continue Reading →

Happy New Year: A quiet thought in a busy city

Happy New Year from Thailand. As our North American friends and family have breakfast and lunch, and our Australian and New Zealander friends and family go to bed, I look out over the quiet orange city of Bangkok and I feel... Continue Reading →

PB & J – Procrastination Balance and Jinxing

I've owed the Toronto Library 0.80 cents for four years. It's just a thing that is a real and current presence in my life. I have 0.80 cents in my bank account (I'm rich, rich I tells ya!!), I could... Continue Reading →

Make-up your Mind

I didn't buy my own foundation until I was 22. Is that a super first world problem/white girl thing to say? Not a whole lot of 16 year old African mothers sipping on Grande Mocha's in their sweatpants thinking about... Continue Reading →

Successfully living with your Significant Other aka 8 ways to finish off your year not a murderer

So I guess I have a boy room/bedmate. We live together, like, every day. For like, months now.

Functional Sadness aka Wrestling the Big Black Dog

We all get sad. You are not alone.   I get sad because I feel like I'm not far enough along in my career, I get sad because I feel like a failure, I get sad because I feel like... Continue Reading →

What’s in a name?

As you may have noticed, my blog has undergone a name and face transplant. Like a small child attempting to look beautiful but missing the mark entirely, after some thoughtful advice from Elephanttruths (a long time family friend), I decided it... Continue Reading →

Sweetpea is Dead

My name is Paris, and I am not your "Sweetie", "Sweetpea" or your "Honey". I am a twenty seven year old adult (as far as you know) that works near you. There is only one man who is allowed to... Continue Reading →

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