Fever, I’m a slave to.

I’m sick as a fucking dog.

So what does a girl do when she’s feeling sick? She bakes protein bars while dancing around her new kitchen to Fever by The Black Keys. It’s got that hip shaking, down and dirty rock vibe I’ve been missing in my life. Continue reading

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Fresh to Death

I’ve always been the eternal pessimist. I’ve always lived life expecting the worst so that when things don’t go my way I’m never disappointed. For the first time in a long time I feel hopeful for the future, and it’s simultaneously refreshing and terrifying.

I’ve met someone new. His name is Geordie and he’s phenomenal. We have so many similarities, it’s uncanny, and every moment I spend with him, whether it’s quoting SNL episodes or just sitting in content silence is perfect. I’ve got this huge fear of liking him too much. I’m always afraid of wanting something too much, but this time I feel the my inner optimist wanting to break free. I like everything about him, and I like where this whole thing is going.

Aside from that I’m moving to a new place on the ever so trendy Commercial Drive. My rent is more than double, but it’s walking distance to work, closer to the new man friend, closer to where the action is, and has a one in a million view of the mountains. I love Vancouver, and I’m so happy that the strange and weird road I’ve been on the past few years has led me to this city. The cost of living there is going to be completely worth the change in quality of life.

 

27

Remember back in the early 2000’s when livejournal was still a thing, and msn messenger usage was rampant? Is my age showing by admitting that these kinds of things were everything to me when I was younger? Along with these terrible online outlets for teen angst, there was also the ubiquitous “survey”. Where you would answer random questions about yourself, 0r give a certain number of facts about yourself and then your friends would do the same. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic for that so I decided to do a 27 facts about me, since you know… I’m an old 27 year old hag. Continue reading

Back in “The John”

The Fort St. John that is, although I’m starting to realize that it has a lot in common with it’s slang counterpart.

I had four days off to go back home to Vancouver, and it was a whirlwind weekend. I spent time with family, old friends, and made a new one. I shopped, ate, and chopped my hair. It was a productive extended weekend, even though it seemed like it ended way too soon.

The haircut was the most stressful part of my trip home. I always end up with hair anxiety, this time was no exception. Continue reading

Sometimes I Like to Get Drunk…

And blog, and listen to bad music, and pretend I’m Adele circa 2007. This is what working in Fort St. John has done to me. I retreat to my hotel and drink too much Pinot Grigio (eww since when do I drink white wine?) and snack on almonds all while crooning “Make You Feel My Love’.

I have to drink alone in my hotel room because last weekend I was stalked around the hotel bar, and on to the next bar by this creepy woman and her super cute Irish boyfriend. Apparently her name was Lisa as well and she was trying to get me to have a three-way with them. It was terrifying. I don’t do three-ways. I only do me-ways. Continue reading