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I need to be nicer to myself.

That’s what my friend said this morning. We’d been having an animated Facebook chat about our mutually ridiculous lives, and then, after one especially self-deprecating tirade, she stopped herself short and said, “Well no, I need to be nicer to myself.”

Amen sister. Amen. (more…)

I know. It’s embarrassing. If there’s any music I can’t stand more, it’s sanctimonious sugary girl pop.

And yet, T-Swizzle gets me every time. How? I have no idea. The girl sings about scarves and plaid shirts. Every song is dripping with affectation and artifice. It’s horrible.

And I love it. (more…)

I hate May 31st.

Of my top five least favourite days in the calendar year, today is one of them. I won’t get into why, but historically speaking, I almost always run into difficulties on May 31st. I was kind of hoping this year would be different, but alas, misfortune tends to remember me. Which is why I wasn’t surprised when I missed my bus home from the bar last night, or when I was woken up bright and early by the screamo-loving guys who live upstairs. And that extra hot latte that I was so desperately craving this morning?

I should have known I was going to wear it rather than drink it. (more…)