It really doesn’t matter how much weight you gain in a year if you can still wear your snowboarding pants…. sort of.
wooooo hooo! the season begins!
It really doesn’t matter how much weight you gain in a year if you can still wear your snowboarding pants…. sort of.
wooooo hooo! the season begins!
bold statement coming up:
*best thing to happen to the toronto food scene = the ridiculous quantity of falafel/shawarma places*
way back when I was a high-school student, I would go to the original Ghazale, for falafel or roasted veggie sandwiches, of course with a can of heaven:
BUT now… NOW!!!! Now I can get that cheap, filling, nutritiousness in almost any area of this city! I love that! For under 5 dollars I can get bread, protein, veggies, and something dairy-like (tahini) all wrapped into one bundle of Mmmmmm!
This image of a beef shawarma is almost perfect, but it either needs some red cabbage, some pickles, or some pickled turnip. Oh! And hot sauce.
wowza.
so this internet stick thingy allows me to track how much data I send and receive during my internet sessions.
Turns out I use quite a bit. In one day I went above 500MB (the lowest you can sign up for on the scale of usage), and here’s approximately what I did:
This really isn’t that interesting except that I can understand SLIGHTLY why it’s expensive to host all our insta-access-obsessed asses, and why it’s terribly annoying/rude to steal internet off of someone who doesn’t have an unlimited plan.
the end.
back again
I know so many of you were torn up on the inside, wishing and hoping and thinking and praying that one day, I’d write again.
Maybe your moments to yourself, or your internal thoughts were characterized like so:
But now… NOW… I have the internet at home again. It’s like I’m a whole person, instead of a little tiny piece of dried apple, mango, or pear.
Thanks internet stick (from an unnamed company because I don’t want want to be an advertiser [It sure as hell aint BELL though *finger up* ] ), you’ve opened me up to whole new realms of productivity.
… and this was my prayer.
I am adultily employed, and this does NOT mean of the XXX variety.
Thanks life, you are good to me when I ask you to be.
National Public Radio
Nice Personal Relaxation
New Playlists Right-now
Nearly never PRetentious
Thanks for this 2009 listing of the top 25 songs.
Je loves it.
Ever notice how this guy is always smirking?
I can’t help but allign myself with this guy more and more as each Christmas comes and goes.
Sorry to those who love the season; I don’t blame you… I just can’t do the same.
I still wish everyone a lovely time with family and friends, and hope that indulgences in foodstuffs are plentiful!
Alright, adult life; I’m about ready to engage with you again, but like I’ve said before; I need HELP.
I’m about to embark into that crazy realm of path-seeking, soul-searching, heart-achin, love-makin…
No wait! Just the path-seeking part.
I’m going to ask for assistance. I’m going to NEED assistance. This old lady is out of practice for the real process of job-searches. I haven’t sought a ‘real job’ since the days of co-op placement! Mayhaps I will write about this adultified journey, but likely it will just mean that the kinds of things I notice and remark upon here will be less often in the fields of bars and restaurants, and more often in the field of libraries and employment resource centres.
First observation; I’m in the most beautiful library ever and I haven’t read a real-live-book all day. I’m going to take a break from this free internet and browse the titles in the adult fiction section.