prescription medication can die in a fire (alternatively titled: the one with too much information)

remember that time i left work early to go to the clinic, and the doctor totally told me to stop having sex 10 times a day because i’m tiny and can’t handle it, and then i accidentally made my pharmacist think i’m an alcoholic sex fiend, and then definitely walked to B.’s house and high-fived him for breaking my vagina, because he totally broke my vagina?

oh, that was yesterday.

fuck my life.

on the plus side, we watched kung fu movies and ate fuzzy peaches in bed.
such an a+ dude!

earlier in the evening i ordered 100lbs of chocolate frozen yogurt with oreos and went to see the crazies with bizKoti and khala, and let me just say OHMYFUCK it’s so good! i haven’t seen the original, and i mean, it’s a little cheesy and made me think of the plot of cabin fever (also a good one!), but it’s awesome none the less. we all held hands and screamed.

the night before, i went to see shutter island which was ALSO super good! i thought it was a little slow here and there, but the ending made everything worth it, PLUS boston leonardo dicaprio makes me want to do bad things. nom nom nom!

anyway, tonight is movie night in my bed with khala and bizKoti and we’re going to do a bunch of laundry and eat until we crap ourselves.

tomorrow i have a half day and we’re heading to montreal to see some ottawa bands and get shitty with our besties. saturday khala has to buy fabric for work, and then we’re heading home. i have plans to party with bizKoti that night, and see B.

so other than the state of my cooch, everything is totally awesome!



i just emailed my boss and the word “ejaculation” was involved. why am i so good at professionalism? how do i have a job?



wizard staffs, tattoos… and getting over my ex-boyfriend


where to begin? although completely devastated, i really feel like this may be for the best. the last few months with andy were spent laying in bed, waiting for him to come home. when i wasn’t busting my butt to make him dinner, wash his laundry, and clean the house… that’s just what i was doing: waiting.

other than m, andy is the only person in the world i ever let myself get wrapped into. in the end, i dismissed my own happiness to try and keep him around- to try and make him want to spend the few minutes or hours of spare time he had, with me. don’t get me wrong, andy is a smart, loving, wonderful man… he’s just not ready to stop being selfish enough to make a relationship work. my heart will always ache for him, and i’ve come to terms with that. but now it’s time to make up for lost time.

moving out of andy and i’s home means a few things:
1. save, save, save.
2. buy a car.
3. discover myself again.

but before i do these wonderful things, i’m giving myself a week to absolutely fuck life, on a pretty seriously large scale.

within the next week i’ll be doing the following:
tegan & sara show, party at quinn’s, drinking with gindaisy, lazy movie day, dinner with my brother, yoga x 2, look at houses, take some time off work, go to montreal, buy new bras and panties, get ridiculous tattoos, party at bip’s house for sip’s birthday (involving twister, wizard staffs, and 90’s wrestling), go dancing… etc.

ah, yes.

honey bee

starting fresh-

honey bee has been sent in for quotes & layout. the bigger part of me is excited; those smaller, more intimate parts are scared- terrified he’ll find it (find me).

this is progress, though!

in other news, the new t & s album is PERFECT. i can relate to so many lyrics, again… as always. tickets for their show in january have been purchased and printed.
– elle