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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.

5 things I thought would be different when I left home

It has been almost 10 years since I left home and went out into the wild, scary, unknown world of adulthood living. I feel like I was truly and utterly underprepared for what was out there, and had I known,... Continue Reading →

5 Things I am doing in the shower, that is not showering

At my apartment we have a shower bath Combo (which is pretty glorious and so fancy) so that when I feel lazy or sick (like ever since I got from France) I can lie down and just kindof splash around a... Continue Reading →

7 Things I learned about France

Why do we travel? For me personally it’s a combination of the desire to never sit still or commit to anything (watch me run from responsibility, WEEEEEEEE!) and to big-up myself to old high school friends who recently just added... Continue Reading →

5 ways to downgrade last nights regrets, AKA What do you and Jesus have in common?… You both got hammered.

It's Easter weekend, a time to explore how many chocolate eggs you can cram into your face-hole without catching the diabetes, while also pondering how bunnies and some jewish guy play into things (I want to say...re-incarnation? As bunnies? Is it that?!... Continue Reading →

Oh, Philip.

I'm not one to jump on bandwagons usually (first of all, I don't particularly like the idea of travel by wagon, and secondly, I don't know how much room there would be for me back there, like how big is... Continue Reading →

Happy Happy Hanukkah, Chandler and Monica

I LOVE the end of the year. Starting in October with Canadian Thanksgiving, and stretching through to Chinese New Year, there always seems to be something to be joyful about in the winter-time, something to look forward to and something... Continue Reading →

Oh Gladys (This Blog brought to you by the letters T.M.I)

So it's winter time, and many of the women folk I know are letting certain things grow naturally (because it's cold and goddamnit we're lazy by nature). And that is great if you have a sig-nig-other, props to you ladies,... Continue Reading →

Saying Goodbye to "Home"

When people ask me where I'm from, I can't help it. I take a deep breath in, and I roll my eyes slightly. Where am I from? What a pointless question. I think people ask it because I have a... Continue Reading →

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