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  • My First MRA.

    My First MRA.

    No, not Magnetic Resonance Angiography. I’ve actually had an MRI, done a few years ago when I collapsed in my bathroom and thought I may have sustained a concussion. It was a pretty uneventful experience, if not entirely peaceful. I’m talking about a Men’s Rights Activist. I know they’re out there. It’s well-known that they’re…

  • Grudge.

    That’s a pretty pitiful prompt, WordPress bot. You could have at least said “If so, what about?” But to answer this, yes. I am holding a grudge…against myself. The fact that I decided to major in English is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And to add insult to injury, I stayed…

  • Excitement!

    Excitement!

    Don’t mind if I do, WordPress bot… The last thing I got excited about was learning how to effectively block people online in every conceivable way, including on this blog of mine. The amount of stress and anger I used to experience has diminished massively. Oh, that, and the spicy agedashi tofu I made two…

  • THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)

    THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)

    My second year of being in tap lessons. There we were. The “Tap” promotional campaign that involved–oddly enough–tap, and I had made it to the Saturday finals. My rivals were many; their talents were intimidating. I had only been slapping my shoes against hardwood for three years; they had been doing this since they were…

  • “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    …hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…

  • Was today typical?

    Was today typical?

    Sure. Now, please define “typical” for me. I’m not ever going to share intense details of my personal life, I’m not going to talk about my struggles, I’m not going to brag about my small victories, and I’m not going to give details about what I ate, thought, or did. This is a stoopid writing…

  • Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    I don’t have much in this life, but I do have cleavage. Smoke ’em if you got ’em. This summer feels as though it’s been carrying on for months now, and it’s not even August.  I’m not sure why this is, since the year overall feels like it was strapped to a rocket and launched…

  • The Great Grime of Granville Strip [UPDATED ONE DAY LATER…]

    The Great Grime of Granville Strip [UPDATED ONE DAY LATER…]

    I’ve been immersing myself in all sorts of things Vancouver-related, largely because I’m stuck here.  I know, I know: there are worse places to be stuck, and no matter the myriad challenges that life can throw at you (my second cousin, a Saskatchewan boy and therefore one of the most down-to-earth people I know, listened…

  • Crazy From The Heat

    Crazy From The Heat

    I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…

  • The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.

    The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.

    The West End of Vancouver isn’t huge at all.  It’s a neighbourhood consisting of a handful of blocks in a grid, the furthest area west of downtown you can go, mere steps from English Bay and Stanley Park.  It is not to be confused with West Vancouver or the West Side of Vancouver, which I…