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*turns around slowly* Oh hello there, friend. I didn’t see you come in… to my blog…
You guys know Bobak, right? Bobak Ferdowsi?
As in the brilliant-hot flight director on the Mars Science Laboratory Curiosity mission / “NASA Mohawk Guy” supermeme I covered (multiple times) at work / boy I told you I was going to marry on this here blog last August? SPACE BIEBER OF SUMMER 2012?!?
I randomly walked into him on Saturday under the St. Party’s Day tents. Talk about luck of the Irish, eh?
I could barely believe my eyes. What are the chances that a) some superfamous NASA rockstar would be chilling out in Toronto on (day before) St. Patrick’s day? b) that I’d run into him and c) that he’d be cool and kind enough to let me talk his ear off about how much I love Curiosity’s adventures, and then take some pictures with me.
I don’t even care that my eyes are pink and my tongue is green. ‘TWAS THE SEASON.
I haven’t fangirled that hard since I met moot, which would probably be weird to you if you knew of all the band guys and actor guys I’d interviewed since then. Not even a humble brag — I just really get excited over smart people. SPASE PEEPOLE.
Thursday’s night’s episode of CBC Live Online was pretty amazing.
Big ups to producer Fabiola Carletti for giving me a chance to speak with retired astronaut Dave Williams, Edward Tabarah of the Canadian Space Agency, and Chris Hadfield’s son / social media manager Evan Hadfield on the day that Canada (okay, a Canadian commander) took control of the ISS!
That experience, combined with rogue fashion week activities, solid hangouts with funny friends, some cool stories at work and… some other stuff… made for a really good week. It’s been a rough month and it’s been nice to get my head up out of that fog a bit. Fingers crossed that the swing keeps ticking up?
*sigh* time will tell.
Here are some more photos from St. Patrick’s weekend if you’re into the Green&Green&Green&Green&Green…
P.S. Thug Kitchen is my new food bible. Peep this healthy shhh:
Blog if I want to…
Blahh-ha-hawg if I wawnt tooooo…
You would blog too if it happened tooooo youuuu (doo doo doo doo!)
Ugh, Get OFF of my blog Selena Gomez. That wasn’t the gif I meant to post. Your wholesome All-American beauty makes me feel like the Jessie Spano to your Kelly Kapowski and I do NOt feel like getting digitally egged by Beliebers again right meow, capickhee?
There, that’s the right one.
Google tells me that the song I just blang (blog-sang) to you was first performed by an artist named Lesley Gore in 1963. My only frame of reference for it is this classic scene from Problem Child in which Junior destroy’s that little flower pictured above’s birthday party. Shahaha.
Here a couple of fun tracks from 2012 to enjoy the rest of this post to:
My New Year’s Eve pre-party wasn’t ruined by a red-headed stepchild — in fact, it wasn’t ruined at all. It was effing awesome! That’s why I changed the lyrics of the song to say “blog” instead of “cry,” even though I didn’t actually blog duringthe party. Frig, I barely found the time to tweet!
I’ve hosted many a dorm-party, club-party, university party-house-party and after party in my day, but never before have I thrown a REAL GROWNUP PARTY in my own loft with over 40 people in attendance.
I set up a Photobooth for kicks and left it alone for the most part. About half of my guests used it — some to hilarious effect. The James Brown pictures are my favourite of the lot. This one of my brother’s friends and Sean makes me laugh too, for some reason… the family portrait aesthetic:
You can view the entire Photobooth set here.
I had a blast, and will definitely be doing this again, but holy kamole is throwing even a pre-party SO MUCH WORK between just two people.
If it hadn’t been for Sean (who did almost all of the foodstuff, half the hosting and 100 per cent of the A/V) I’d have spun out after 5 minutes. I must say, we’re a pretty dope team.
Making a Facebook event and texting your friends to come over is one thing, but then there are all of the actual party-time things to do, like buying and putting up decorations…
Preparing food (sorry about all of the fire alarms, guys) …
Keeping the cat / guest of honour from swiping at anybody (To his credit, he was actually pretty good – hung out with the people the entire time.)
And then of course, there was the playlist (easy,) my wardrobe (EASY,) cleanup (WAY easier thanks to Saroox who took it upon herself to be angel of dishes — swear to god, best party guest / friend EVER) annnnnd the main event itself: Da bar.
At 6 p.m,, my bartop was organized and clean with all of my spirits and mixes where they should be. Martini glasses were at the ready for me to mix up some of the fun Whipped vodka cocktails Pinnacle sent me recipes for.
That semi-organized bar only lasted for about 30 minutes, but in that time I managed to make about 3 of the five recipes I’d picked out before-hand, plus a few impromptu cocktails with the different kinds of booze and mix guests brought over.
The ultra-sweet Whipped® Cream Pie (pictured above) was a hit among the younger ladies who, for some reason, always seem to have stomachs of steel.
• 2 part(s) Pinnacle® Whipped® Vodka
• 1 part(s) coconut rum
• 1 part(s) half & half
Shake over ice and strain into a chilled martini glass. Top with a dollop of Whipped cream.
I served these ones in gold party cups for the most part and didn’t get many photos (things got crazy) but my friends loved them. The word “dangerous” was tossed around a lot. Much like a Piña Colada, it’s easy to toss back a few too many of these pretty quickly. You don’t want to stop drinking. It just tastes so dang good…
• 2 part(s) Pinnacle® Whipped® Vodka
• 1 part pineapple juice
• 1 part orange juice
Shake with ice and strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with an orange slice and serve.
Eventually, bartending had to take a back seat to socializing and people went wild (or not-so-wild) with their own concoctions. Whipped cream vodka is actually pretty tasty mixed with diet cola.
You can find Pinnacle Whipped at liquor stores across the country for only $25 a bottle. BAM!
I served more PRB tall-cans Monday night than ever before in my entire life — chiefly because most of the bars I’ve worked at don’t sell tall-cans of PBR, but also because hipsters.
I met tons of interesting, nice, and in some cases severely attractive people. Time-warp band guys, what up They don’t even need to open their mouths before I know that they’re musicians. A torturous sixth sense I’ve had since I was 14…
I didn’t get to walk around the party much, but when I did I was like “holy crap this is cool.”
People playing music all over the place, funny signs on the doors, and more cute fur collars than I could shake my stupid wizard hat toward. That doesn’t even make sense. I’m tired. Here are some photos:
I spent most of New Year’s Day sleeping and cleaning and sweating it out at the gym — nothing fancy.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t even hung over. Like, at all. Go figure that two days later I am now sick as a dog. *sigh* ain’t that the way though?
I’ve been making a list of dumb New Year’s Resolutions that I’ll share when I’m feeling better. For now, it’s back to the bed and the bottle (of cough syrup.)
Happy New Year, homies.
Let’s hear it for
the newest members of the Fleet-A-Pita franchise TEAM 5318008 of the 2012 Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run for the Cure in Toronto!
That introduction isn’t going to make much sense to you if you’re not a Simpsons fan… and if you are, then you’ll understand why I could never use another way to introduce my running team (or any team ever, for that matter.)
There’s us, team 5818008 (minus Sarah, who was ill that night)– aka a select group of my best / most fun / most runnerly girlfrands!
Casie, Courtney, Harmony and Sarah (alphabetical order, of course) will be joining me on September 30 for my first ever charity run — you can read more about why I’m running and what I’ve been doing to prepare here.
If you still haven’t figured our name out, plunk it into a calculator and flip it upside down Grade 7 styles.
GET IT? Hehehe…
As much as I’d like to, I can’t take full credit for the wicked team name.
I actually put the name to a vote after a wee brainstorming session with the girls and this was the moniker chosen by thee the people — overwhelmingly so!
Nice to know that my digital friends are every bit as mature as I am, bwahaha
We’ll be getting shirts with our team names on them so that when we do handstands, people will get it. I’d better start practicing my handstand now… something new to add to my training regime.
Speaking of, training has been going well! I’ve been a bit lax on the outdoor running, but I’m killing it on the treadmill.
That doesn’t count, does it? #shamed
DAT BLOG, mayne. Dog shaming is the new PWWTKT. Book deal imminent.
But I digress.
As for fundraising, I’m up to $350.00 thanks to a few very generous donations from Internet friends. That’s just $650 short of my $1000 team goal (and $50 over my personal goal!)
That said, we haven’t even had our major fundraising event yet, which, as we decided on Friday will be…
THAT’S RIGHT! Keep those rags and machines hummin’.
More details on team 5318008s big bad carwash to come — but trust, there will be cars. And there will be washing.
There may even be some under-dressed cuties washing rides
For more information about the CIBC Run for the Cure, visit the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation of Ontario’s website, join the conversation on Twitter or Facebook.
If you’d like to donate to me directly (you GOD OF GODS!) here’s the link.
Mannnns, what is up?
I learn just short of 10-grillion new things every day and the day of yester was no exception, nor was Friday.
For instance, did you know that image macros can be traced back to the early 1900s? Or that Konami is bringing back the Simpsons arcade game? Or that some blonde idiots say things like “day of yester”? Or, most importantly, that Willow Smith has shaved her head? (What chu gun’ whip NOW, kid?)
As always, the most important things I absorbed this week happened away from the computer after I was sprung from the ninetofive clink. LEGGO:
Lesson 1: My problems are not problems.
I raced home after work on Friday night in a terrible mood. I was feeling stressed and lost and a little bit sad that I didn’t have enough time or money to buy a new dress for the evening. After spiffing myself up the best I could in 35 mimutes, I hopped into a cab and got proverbially bitch-slapped by the universe.
“Hi there, can I go to _______ please?” I asked the driver.
“Certainly ma’am. This is a nice place. Are you going to a party?”
“Yeah, a fundraiser thing… you should totally come!” I joked.
He laughed softly and told me that he wasn’t in the mood to party.
“Why not?” I prodded like a dumb jerk.
“Well, my wife and I have separated. Last week. And I love her still, very much.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry…” I said. “Maybe you’ll get back together?”
This was a stupid thing to say in retrospect, because for the next ten minutes my new friend spilled his guts. He told me about how he’d moved to Canada alone and waited for his wife and children to arrive. Six long years he waited. Then, a few months ago, they came to Canada and all was good — until his wife told him that while he’d been away she contracted AIDS from another man.
“It’s not safe for me to be with her now,” he said. “I love her, but I have no choice. We cannot be together.”
And oh yeah, wahhhhh I’ve worn this dress before. Twice. *sosbs*
Lesson 2: Always take a picture of your coat check ticket.
This was a practical lesson, taught to me by one sharp young woman working coat check at the Carlu Friday night. I forget her name, but I know it ended in an “H”…
Anyhoo, I told said girl that I always lose my coat check tickets and she gave me a tip that will undoubtedly save me and every person who reads this post a lot of frustration in the future.
Big ups to you, coat check chick. Thanks for watching Creeps
Lesson 3, also practical: Don’t go into a money booth with a chiffon dress.
See previous post.
Dec 31, 1969 | Source: Keek.com
Lesson 4: I’d rather go to the ball with another princess than a handsome prince.
Don’t get me wrong — I love getting dressed up and going to a function with my boyfriend, but I always have about ten times more fun when I go to a superparty with one of my girls. Who better to check out all of the cute boys in suits with? Casie = party partner perfect. We had an effing blast flitting around and making new friends. The green dresses weren’t planned, but it worked out well.
Big ups to the Motionball team for everything you do. A lovely evening, a worthy cause.
Lesson 5: I’ve got to stop making that stupid duckface.
Lesson 6: Willie thinks he’s a hooman.
That thing he did the one time where he sat on a bar stool and leaned on the counter like a people? It’s become a routine — and I can’t get enough of it. Everybody was getting a kick out of him the other night when he plopped down to hang.
Lesson 7: You don’t need to buy something just because it’s cool…
You can take a photo and move on instead! I almost bought the coat above from Bungalo on Friday, but am quite glad now that I didn’t waste $40 on it. I think it’s kind of great, but know in my heart of hearts that it would just end up chilling in my closet. I do need a new coat and I dig the print but… I don’t know. It’s a little bit too Kensington (read: Value Village) for me. Would you rock it?
/ Life Lessons.
I’m going to go downstairs and help Sean clean up the mess from his Superbowl party now before I hit the sack. Great little shindig, but mannnn is football food ever messy!
More on that tomorrow
What is UP velociRADsters?
I drove a Kraft Dinner coloured monster truck from Liberty Village to Hollywood today, all by myself save for Tickory and Oatmeal. The idea was to land myself a bartending gig and go on auditions all day until I “made it”… as lord knows what. A comedian? A singer?
I can’t rightly remember if I did land that job or even if I found a bench to live under because everything turned into spiders and then I woke up.
In actual fact, I slept until 4:30 p.m. today after going to sleep around midnight the evening before. 16 HOURS OF SLEEP. Can you beleedat?
I should check into the hospital for exhaustion with Demi Moore and Lindsay Lohan. It seems to be the LA way, after all. I’ll need to develop a drug addiction first, but I don’t predict that should be too hard given the addictive nature of most illegal substances…
Here’s what went down the rest of the weekend:
I came at Friday night like a bat out of H-E-Double Hockey Sticks, just raring to rage. I had a long, stressful week and needed to blow off some steam / escape reality.
We had a few friends over before heading out and I made them DailyBooth with me because I figured I would look like a pimp surrounded by boys. And that I did:
Sam’s shirt is blogworthy. I’ve got a similar one at home (+ NKOTB bedsheets, pillows, a sleeping bag, dolls, lunchbox, etc.)
We went out to watch Ross spin at Supermarket (which us not actually a supermarket) and then skipped over to the Underground afterwards – but not before flitting around College and King West a bit. Morgan and I found a cat in some alley and played with her while the group ran ahead. She was very affectionate and very very cute.
Post boogie, we came back here and played lots and lots of dance central 2 on the Kinect. One person FRIGGING DOMINATED over everybody else with her mad video dancing skills, but I’m not going to say who because that would be bragging.
Saturday I wrote (work stuff. again.), had coffee with one very smart friend, gymmed and then went shoppppping:
I very much wanted to purchase the Cooperative Intarsia raccoon sweater from Urban Outfitters (seen here on Lights) but I’m on an agressive saving spree so I took a few pictures and felt sorry for myself instead.
Same goes for the 99$ deer sweater. Warm. Cozy. Cute.
If I had bought anything, it probably would have been this electric lime Staring at Stars cable tunic. I’m loving all things Day-glo right now and think this would be a surprisingly versatile addition to my wardrobe.
I thought it looked stupid with that skirt in the changeroom, but now I rather like it. *le sigh*… the sacrifices we make to pursue our dreams.
Do you think if I dedicated my entire blog to clothes and style that I’ll start getting FREE CLOTHES like Chiara and all of the real big fashion bloggers? Probably not. Maybe I’ll continue to try on and take changeroom photos of things I like but can’t buy for a little while. That would, at the very least, make for a fun Tumblr.
Yeah, those pants are gross.
Anyhoo, I’m going to go put this song on repeat and cry for a little while now ’cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark and such.
Perhaps I need that neon sweater more than I think I do.
Change is imminent. So many big, big changes on the way. I’m terrified, guys… but fear is a good thing, I’m told. I’d rather be frightened than bored or in pain.
… and also Seany:
Those photos was taken at Mansion’s Happy Endings NYE 2012 party last night on Dundas West. Hundreds of sexy hip-kids dancing their faces off in a tricked out Chinese event space / restaurant (I think?), getting silly with some MOTHER FRICKING DRAGONS, mang! It was good.
“Isn’t Chinese New Year in February?” I asked a waiter.
“Yes. We bring them out for special occasion.” he told me.
Mansion really knows how to turn it out.
I actually lost it when those things (which I later learned are not dragons, but “traditional Chinese Lion dancers“) came toward me shaking their colourful rumps. It’s what I would imagine Beyonce’s backup dancers to look like if they wore Chinese Lion costumes. Perfection.
I wasn’t even drunk yet at this point. I just really like cool stuff.
“DRAGONS!” I kept yelling, chasing around the poor dancers with my iPhone. “LOOK GUYS! DRAGONS!”
The more blasé people around me acted, the more enthusiastic I became. I would make for a terrible hipster. Can’t play cool for the life of me.
A few of us bounced over to the Drake afterwards for some rooftop snowmobile rides and disco dancing and what not…
One of our friends had a room there, which was fun to party in until we got the call that everybody was headed over to Brocky’s house. Raymi and I made sure to hit the photobooth first because, duh. That’s what you do when you go to the Drake.
It was at the next party that I proceeded to try Coffee Patron and vomit all over the sink like a 15-year-old drama nerd (12-year-old oyster shucker, if you’re from the East Coast).
Hey, it was an awesome night up until then. I should have known better than to push my stomach so hard while I’m still recovering from the sicks. Sean and I briefly entertained the notion of staying in because of it but like, what are we? 90? Couldn’t do it. Didn’t.
I’ll wear those shoes into the ground, I swear.
I’m happy we made the decision to do what we did last night, which was to party hard and party well with people be both genuinely enjoy being around. People we love and were happy to ring the new year in with – many of whom are pictured here:
It was definitely a New Year’s Eve I shall never forget… chiefly because my white skirt is now stained with brown tequila. *shudder*
100% Worth it.
Hot tub time for me! Got a wee bit of a hangover to nurse. First in a long time.
What am I, 90?
I said 90, not soulless.
It’s 2012 now, though! Maybe I’ll post my revolutions tomorrow if I don’t go snowboarding. Or maybe we’ll all be dead by then or something…
Happy New Year slitches
Happy Monday, keeds!
I just had a cold bubble bath. It felt devine… until I started shivering again. Then I hit the sauna. Then I stood outside without a coat. Fevers are funny, right? I’m glad that 75% of this post was written Saturday, because I’m feeling hecka loopy right now and look forward to shutting my laptop. I recorded the premier of Geek Love last night and you know I’m going to park up in front of the teevee for that gem … after one last sauna.
In no particular order, here are a few tales from the past 3 days of head-spinning holiday festivityness:
We had a Mexican fiesta at work on Friday night, complete with a catered taco / chimichanga / quesadilla / SO MUCH GUACAMOLE bar and not one, but two pinatas. Two really good pinatas:
CANDY FOR ALL! My boss got the T-Pain mic for Secret Santa and I played with it way too much. To the point of being antisocial, probably. What else is new?
Dec 31, 1969 | Source: Keek.com
There was also a caricaturist hired and he sketched me like Leonardo DiCaprio drew Kate Winslet in Titanic.
“Get my good side, Jack!”… or whatever she purrs during that scene. That’s what I would have said if I wasn’t so busy trying to look elegant.
It didn’t really read:
Bwahahaha. Look away – I’m hideous!
Toronto, you blow our minds. Thanks for bringing the love BIG TIME last night. $70,000+ worth of big, big festive love.
— HoHoTO (@hohoto) December 16, 2011
I was too busy chatting to take many photos, but here are a few that I ripped from my Iphone and the Tweets of other people:
Santa was there drinking beers like a champ. I love how versatile that jolly old elf can be. Homeboy’s got the life.
Parts & Labour has this cool Fisheye mirror in the ladies room and… well, you know how we are.
We later did the exact same thing in a variety store’s full length mirror and, believe me, I am completely aware of how douchebaggy I look here – How douchebaggy I actually kind of am with all of these selfies.,,
Yet, I inexplicably love photos of myself so damn much that I just keep taking them and posting them despite that. Is this because of the generation I was born into? Or am I just inherently narcissistic? Roll with it, baby. Breathe.
Saturday was a great day, despite that under-the-weatherness.
At night, we had a pretty hardcore Dance Central night at Casie’s. She kicked my (and everybody else’s) butt, but I’m getting this game for Christmas and will get to practicing. Ready thyself, Stewart. Ready thyself, WORLD!
I’ve got to hit my bed now. Sunday was unremarkable. So much sleep. Some good TV.
How was YOUR weekend, huh? Did you grow a tentacle, maybe, and use it to creep out your friends? Maybe you should. Maybe you should do that.
… of these mass-cultured, spray-tanned, post-suburbanite reality-tv watchers who think she’s just some run-of-the-mill waterbreathing Disney princess.
As if! Do Blackberry users even know what Tumblr is?
I jest, I jest… Whether she’s v. hipster or original stylez, Ariel is the coolest Disney princess ever (after Belle, but only because of the library and the fact that she lives in a province like Canadians).
Halloweek 2011 has been amazing thus far and I loved being Hipster Ariel on Saturday night, despite the fact that very few people understood my costume. I was cool being plain old “Ariel” after a few hours, especially with Sexy Ursula and another Merbabe by my side.
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip…
UH HUH. UH HUH.
I ran down from the party to meet up with Brodie and Alex on the corner of Bathurst and Queen. Very important moustaches, coming through! Follow the little mermaid.
“What are you guys,” I asked. “Moustache men?”
“Our future selves,” said Brodie. “With moustaches.”
I love that Brodie lives in Toronto now. Maybe mom and dad will come live here one day too Until then, I’ve got my Teeyoh family:
And Willzer Woo
Kari B came to the TeeDot on Saturday all the way from Windsor, which made me super happy. I always miss my Windsor girls the most around Hallowe’en because they do it up like nobody else I’ve ever met (Except for Casie who takes Halloween every bit as seriously as we do, which is one of the reasons I love her so damn much!)
Baby eating, gramma-acting, Lieutenant Danning KITTY GIRLS from Windsor!
Is it creepy that I grabbed those off of Facebook and put them on my blog? Don’t sue me or publish any photos from my teen years, please!
This is what Kari and I wore for Halloween in 2008. My hair is so much REDDER now.
I used to tan a bit. And take iron pills too. I should probably get on that again.
More photos from Halloweekend can be found in my Flickr set here – including some from Kensington Market on Sunday. We ate Mexican food and explored the ghost hole. Also, squelettes:
I was one of the only people in a costume at work today. Thank goodness I’d already had a full week of pre-Halloween fun! It pretty much felt like any other Monday, but that’s okay. I am le tired. Biznass as usual… in a red wig. Whatevs.
Next year, I’m going to Hallowmeme in New York City. I swear to Advice God I’m going. In His likeness, purrhaps? Probably not. He’s kind of a d*ck.
So good. So so good. I want to live in New York. In Brooklyn. In Williamsburg…
Happy TG, my fellow Canucks!
I drove home for le Jour de l’Action de grâce (The Internet tells me this is how French Canadians say “Thanksgiving”. Ha!).
Blogging from my parent’s deck right now because it’s gloriously HOT outside. Remember last week when winter was here? Sammy the Australian says that our weather is “bananas”. Welcome to Southern Ontario, brah.
For the past 4 years (at least), Thanksgiving weekend has been a warm and sunny one. I know this because my extended family has a tradition of going out to a conservation area near Pain Court to catch up / catch rays / catch snakes every Thanksgiving weekend. I think we’re going tomorrow, maybe?
Either way, my photo galleries indicate that it’s always nice outside:
BAM. Duckface is in my DNA.
I spent Friday at MTV shooting a pilot (!!!) and they caught me on the monitor doing this when thought nobody was looking… multiple times.
Oi. There was a little microphone in my ear and I was loving the super-spy secret agent feeling. It’s no secret that I love me some front-facing camera
What a day, what a DAY that Friday! Night was pretty cool too. I think it’s safe to say I’d never been to a thanksgiving dinner at 4:00 am before.
I can’t say much about the MTV show yet, but I will tell you that I haven’t been this excited about a project in years. The producers are brilliant and I’m just over the moon to be a part of it. I’ve been dying to spill for a while now… rest assured, I’ll be jabbering silly once it hits your tele.
TV makes me happy. Happiest. Everything about it.
I’m rambling again, eh? Here’s what I’m thankful for this year:
- The Simpsons is NOT being cancelled. Thank Ceiling Cat. This show is the single most stable element in my life… I felt like I was going to puke when I heard the rumors. My sincerest gratitude goes out to all of the principle actors who took a pay cut for the good of our show. I know you all read my blog. Sup Yeardley?
I watched that episode yesterday. Holiday classique! There’s a lot to say about this story, but I don’t want to think about a world where I don’t look forward to Sunday nights anymore. *fingers in ears* La, la, la, la…
I’m ALSO thankful for…
- My mom, dad and brother. I couldn’t ask for a better family
- The aforementioned MTV gig
- My job, my job, my wonderful job. Sometimes I lose sight of how fortunate I am with this career I’ve been building. I work hard and long but dag nabbit, I get to be CREATIVE every single day which is all I’ve ever wanted. I love the agency I’m at and what I get to do there, I love the neat side-gigs I’ve got going on, I love blogging for the joy of it and I’m incredibly thankful to have so many great opportunities at such a green age. For lack of a better buzzphrase, “real talk”.
- My friends. My real live friends. I love you guys and gals, I really do.
- My Sean and my Willy. The family I chose. Without them (without him) I’d be way back there. You know what they say: behind every great woman…
- Our new condo and neighbourhood. It’s been an entire week now that we’ve been living there and I still can’t get over how much I love coming home. I haven’t lived in such a comfortable place since… well, since my parents’ house.
Now, please enjoy this Ellen Page x Justin Long x Crappy Holidays “Crappy Canadian Thanksgiving” video from 2009 that I just saw for the first time today. Verdict: This is relevant to my interests. Also, “Bwahahaha” ->