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  • 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…

  • “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…

  • Marching through Canada’s shame.

    Marching through Canada’s shame.

    It’s not dangerous, really.  It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk.  If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…