Doggy Wheelchair, Rollahcoastah, Nicolas Cage is not your resume.

A hoy hoy, homies, and a very happy Sunday to you.

A very happy Sunday indeed. Long live animated gifs. Long live movies that revolve around hot, shirtless guys. Long live Channing Tatum’s… everything.

And speaking of things living long(er), guess who didn’t die this week?

LEGGO. twitter.com/laurenonizzle/…

— Lauren O’Nizzle (@laurenonizzle) July 13, 2012

Thassright. Despite everything my inner alarmist shouted as we oh-so-slowly crawled toward the top of the Leviathan‘s massive first drop, I didn’t fly out of my seat and explode against another coaster.

I actually had a lot of fun making terrified faces at the camera strapped to my chest – most of which were completely unintentional and pretty damn hilarious I’m told.

That was after 3 rides. Hot, sweaty and spooked, but straight stoked to be riding roller coasters for work (right?!?)

I found something called Party Cheese at Brodie’s place last week, which also got me excited. Not because I’d ever actually eat this mystical crap (no refrigeration needed!) — but because it’s freaking Party Cheese and bwahaha:

“We party,” said Brodie.

Here’s my parents with his precious babycat Mini; Likely the only grandchild they’ll ever have:

Mom and dad were in town to visit us both and it was just so nice to have real family time again. To eat together and hang out and talk and tell jokes.

I really miss being part of a family unit — the kind that lives together before the kids grow up-ish and move away for school and end up settling down in Toronto after graduation because that’s where all the good jobs are and yada yada yada.

I find that being in your 20s is difficult in that way. It almost feels like you’re in between families; too old to be part of the one you came from (at least not in the same way,) and too young to start one of your own. For all of the freedom we enjoy, it’s lonely too. Profoundly so.

Thank god for cats.

On a sunnier note, CHECK THE F**K OUT OF THIS ADORABLE DOG:

Her name is Lexus, and that wheelchair is custom — built by her owners out of a modified old human chair to help keep her moving after a tumor-removal surgery cost her the ability to walk.

Unfortunately, despite their best effort, it wasn’t quite cutting it for this lovable lab mix. She needs a proper doggy wheelchair.

AND GUESS WHAT? She’s totally getting one.

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You can read the full story of what went down here. It’s probably one of the nicest things I’ve ever helped to accomplish over the course of my journalistic career.

This piece about a woman who accidentally sent a photo of Nicolas Cage looking all freaky-like along with a job application is not quite so moving… but way funny.

And really, that’s what matters most to me. Hilarity.