"Il faut juste l'accepter..." On coffee, irony, life and hope....Due to the coffee at the office making prehistoric tar seem like Columbia's-finest-hand-picked-by-virgins by comparison, I often stop at the local Tim Hort…
Monday Mixed Bag1) I felt really OLD this past weekend. I was relaxing from the first nice coupla days of the season, having spent it dodging the enormous crowds of sweaty loud people who thought they'd all do the exa…
Somewhat awkward: friends who generalizeSo the other night, I was eating (of course I was) in Chinatown with a few friends. (And yes, I always have some Chinatown story which involves waiters and chopsticks. Shut up.) O…
A serious entryOk, so mind-voiding videogaming and post-breakup zombie stupor aside, something rather striking happened to me yesterday. But first... let's explore the obtuse symbolic meaning behind my being in a state …
Epic Yesterday: A true story of Waxing, Korean Food and CAKEI just wanted to very briefly share the last 15-ish hours of my life, because it won't fit on pulse. It's not incredibly interesting, but I thought it was kind…
Work rant #83748264927495810111"Hey Liz!-Hey Pablo* (my boss). How's it going? -Good, always good!-Good stuff. -...Except I see you didn't bring me my coffee again this morning! Tsk, you bad secretary you, Hahaha!!!" The…
I had a panic attack last nightI haven't had one in over a year, since that almighty HELL that was my ex-boyfriend leaving me. That whole situation had admittedly ripped me a couple of new ones, if you'll pardon my vulg…
So...My mom is pissed at me this morning (big surprise). She gave me that usual, deliberately dramatic distant "Good morning, Elizabeth" and didn't even bother to glance in my pathetic direction after I'd greeted her, j…
Another fun (read: stoopudh)friday entry:Strange Desires of Mine1) I've always wanted an excuse to get into a physical altercation with someone, namely have the opportunity to punch someone as hard as I can. It's not s…
"Hi". This is sort of a strange/long post. It’s the story of a mental patient… though not really a chronological story… just memories I have of him, because somehow, I feel that they need to be shared, if only to humaniz…
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