Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sometimes I feel like the last single girl alive. We're a dying breed. I grew up assuming that by 30 I'd be married. Not so my friends. Reality is harsh. I console myself with my list of things being single allows:

- sleeping in as late as I want;
- going to bed as early as I want;
- buying whatever I want and not having to justify it to anyone;
- not having to check in with anyone.

Sometimes though, it'd be nice to cook for two. Anyway, now I've got to buy something to make myself feel better, as well as fend off the Alsatians.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I just read the following in an ad in Flare: "Available at selected the Bay locations and other better lingerie stores across Canada."

Clearly the editing world needs me.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Some excerpts from my days as a Livejournaler:

i believe that about eighty percent of people look like birds. the general characteristics of a bird person are a pointy (beaky, you might say) nose, a sharp chin, small head and they quite often wear glasses. bird people freak me out. i see them everywhere. calista flockhart, for example, is a bird person.

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i was doing some ironing the other night and b walked up to me and announced "i've decided to limit myself in underwear... not only in travel, but in life." he never wants to have more than fourteen pairs at a time.

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yesterday i sent out a mass email detailing our travels thus far, as well as our further plans. i talked about our last days in spain, tavira and albufeira. my mom got back to me and said that she spent two weeks in albufeira in 1975/6. i think that´s pretty damn cool. my mom has done a lot of travelling; she´s been to mexico, many places in africa, thailand and apparently portugal. i´m sure she´s been to even more places and i just haven´t been told about it yet. i like to think that i´m a bit like her. she´s got an adventurous spirit and i´m sure she would have spent all her days trotting the globe if it hadn´t been for myself, my sister and my brother. sometimes i think i just want to spend the rest of time like this. always travelling, always in limbo and always free.

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the moment i sat down with my caramel latte i dragged my lovely scarf (it's so soft) through it. as i was attempting to mop up that mess i knocked over my purse and the bulk of the contents spilled out and skittered across the floor. sigh. after i finally got myself back in order i had to sit there, cheeks flaming, pretending that it was fine and i don't care that i am a complete clod. honestly though, it's really hard sometimes. i'll be striding confidently down the sidewalk, feeling fab, when suddenly i'll trip over a slab of stone that's sticking out above the rest about, oh, a millimeter or so. suddenly i'll be sprawled out across the pavement with mud on my trousers, a scraped nose and a bruised ego. the fact that i've made it to twenty-four without being involved in some kind of a fatal accident is simply nothing short of a miracle. thank god b pulls me out of the way of on coming traffic, dogs, doors, people walking toward me, telephone poles, children and anything else that might have the misfortune of coming into contact with my accident-prone self.
When I was in the 5th grade I was a die hard NKOTB (New Kids on the Block, for those of you born in the 90s) fan. I had a sweatshirt, a giant poster and all of their tapes. I would cuddle my ghetto blaster and let the boys croon me to sleep. I believe that, at one point, I even had an NKOTB doll.

Jordan was my favourite and my first real crush. My poor little heart was broken when it came out that he was gay.

Twenty one years later I'm still secretly their biggest fan. I realized this morning that I could probably download all of their songs on iTunes. I wonder if they will sound the same to my 30-something ears?

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I just finished reading Spoiled by the Fug Girls (www.gofugyourself.com). It has a slow clap and a character named Arugula. Impressive.
Carrot sticks and raw broccoli is NOT FOOD unless you are a bunny. I am not a bunny.

I am grumpy because I am hungry.
So, last night I was texting with my bf (best friend, not boyfriend) and discovered something funny. A lot of people have bodies that resemble letters. I, myself, am shaped thusly: B. Some people are like this: O. Still others are built like this: I. The ideal body for a woman is this: X. For men it is: Y.

I wonder if the same is true of numbers?

Thursday, June 2, 2011

So, being of a certain age I often find myself thinking about kids these days, or more specifically, cuddly little babies. I love my life. It's filled with good books, good food, good friends, long baths, shopping, and indulgent Saturday afternoon naps. I'm not ready to give all of that up, and despite ardent statements to the contrary, I just don't believe that I won't have to give all of that up once I enter motherhood. There's a part of me that honestly believes that whenever a mother goes on about how wonderful motherhood is, she's trying to convince herself more than anyone else.