round and round and round and round

go my feet and my legs and my running shoes

round and round and up and down and holy god, i’m sore.

 

i was a spinning virgin, but no more.

 

i effing love it.

 

verbal encouragement + cycling + loud music + sweating = my perfect workout

 

can’t wait for more.

bulbous

it’s bulb season.

This makes my body hurt, my nails dirty, my boots muddy

and my tummy get bigger, because I’m hungry ALL THE TIME.

 

nom nom nom.

eff you bulbs.  you are spectacular in the spring, but for now you are terrible.

ch ch-ch chhh, ch-ch ch-ch chhhh

you brush your teeth

when you wake up in the morning…

In regards to my post last night about lucky charms and ‘breakfast’ cereals, I think more teeth-care instructionals should tell kids to brush teeth AFTER they eat brekkie.

In case YOU forget how to brush your teeth, here’s a well-animated video to remind you.

 

 

Also, the song that I was quoting in the title:

 

They’re magically delicious!

Oh you KNOW what I’m talking about.

I can’t believe this shit passes for cereal.  For BREAKFAST cereal.  For the meal that you’re supposed to have EVERY morning before you get off to live your day!!! 

This is like cavities in a bowl… and I like it.

 

I just spent the last 10 minutes wandering aimlessly around the internet on a topic-hop that started with ‘lucky charms’ , and ended in `the banana guard` .

 

Remember the good old days when the internet was fun because you could find out anything and that was cool, rather than just a given?

 

Sigh.  I’m feeling old…. like the generation I’m a part of just stopped being the current generation.

wow.

I need to go brush my teeth and read a real-live book before bed.  

Goodnight internet, you soul-sucking time consumer.

 

Raspnanabran

Thanks, rain day.

Instead of slopping around in giant piles of triple-mix and getting sand granules in my ear, this morning I made these:

Au Baril of Pictures

I spent some time in Point Au Baril this summer and took some fun pics.

The header on my page is from the same weekend.

I tease with these:

 

For more: explore

abtastic

Screw you; toronto drivers.  Pay attention.

So, I almost got hit by a car driver on Friday.  I rang the hell out of my bell, and my headlight is blinding, but she still turned left across my lane and nearly provided a terrible t-boner for me.  Luckily I was able to swerve with her into the road she was driving onto.

I yelled ‘W H A T    T H E    F * * *!!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!’  She barely put up her hand to say sorry or even acknowledge how close that was.  Then I nearly collapsed over the front of my handlebars and screamed at the top of my longs ‘ ‘AAAUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!’ 

Now, I feel like I’ve pulled a muscle just below my sternum. 

Near-death experiences are SO much more effective than ab-rollers.

 

 

sighstalgia

…

what happens if i can’t ever stop missing you?

 

Somebody’s a mind reader!

AND, her last name is a seed from my favourite type of bread!!

So last night I fully realized that I like the reviews from Now magazine better, but for the most part, Eyeweekly has a far better team of writers.  I try desperately every week to get in some leisure reading of my own from my pile of books in my bedroom, but I can never dedicate enough time to feel like I’m really reading again.  BUT! But, but, BUT… every week, I get truly excited when I notice that the random piles of newspapers all over the city have new covers.  In the last few months, most of the covers of eye have made me react something like ‘Omigoodnessyes! They’ve written about that!?! I can’t wait to read this issue.’  

This week the cover is something about manchildren; the type of guys who never want to grow up (or aren’t capable of it) and are either proud of it, or just don’t care.  BUT, I didn’t really want to read that until I flipped through the paper to try to find something by Carraway.  A couple weeks ago she read my mind by doing a piece on [not] hoarding stuff right when I had decided that I was definitely going to give up my apartment in January to go on a trip to somewhere in South America and was suddenly feeling  weighed down by the accumulation of objects/stuff in my space.  I loved it.  So I was flipping through Eye last night and I was getting kind of sad because I got to all the sexyads and thought I was searching in vain… but lo and behold, there she was on the back page because her article this week was on..

dunh dunh dUNNNNNNH:

Procrasturbation.     Love it.  Both the activity and the article. 

 

Daylight Guilting Time

All this time change is doing to me is making me feel MORE guilty about how slow my lazy ass is in the morning.

Before i had the excuse of ‘darkness’

Thanks, calendar!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*note*  I actually really do love that it’s bright in the morning. I just like to keep up the bitter-sarcastic-whoa-is-me-ness that I’ve developed of late.