colourless green ideas sleep furiously

23rd May 2009

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shopping kids'

new MEC fleece hoody! the youth 10 (49$) fit even better than the ladies’ xs (98$). slightly different, but fine with me. woohoo!

21st May 2009

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OC transpo = win! (dedicated bus lanes on the highway!)

treeplanting sketchiness = fail. (will find out on monday, hopefully, whether or not i need to hop on a bus to cadillac wednesday morning).

21st May 2009

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update [trees and the like]

so i may not be fucking off to quebec as soon as i thought. now, to figure out if the boy meant “the wednesday next” as may 27 or june 3. definitely making myself at home at his parents place, without the boy…

6th January 2009

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carlton cards

90% off boxed sets sale? i have holiday cards for the next year. or two. or three. win!

4th January 2009

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and i’d argue that you can grow up with a similar idea even if your parents should have parted ways long before they did.

brokengentleman:

“If you have a good relationship with your parents, you grow up with the idea that love is very simple.”

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Magic Molly (via vasta)

Actually, I’d argue that if your parents have a very good relationship, you grow up with the idea that love is simple. The major example in my life is of two people who have been madly, almost embarrassingly in love for thirty-odd years. As a consequence, that’s how I think love should be: consistent, enduring, and worth fighting (with each other) for.

30th December 2008

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1. we will be food critics at some point in our lives. and get paid for it.
2. i get unreasonably happy hearing french in this place - a table of quebecois behind us at dinner 2 nights ago, parisian ladies at the souvenir shops. we switched to french with the parisian best day agent (with whom we booked a snorkeling excursion); she seemed pleased.
3. one of my favourite moments thus far: being subject to an ear-ful of “i want to fuck you now” as a 60-something year old rounded the corner up the stairs after her husband, her sheepishly apologising with “oh! excuse me!” to which i countered with “have a wonderful night madame.”