I've been thinking lately and I've come to the follow two conclusions ( Read more... )

It's day 10 of my 10th quitting attempt. Discomfort is my new best friend. I wear it round my neck like this season's latest accessory. In the morning, late at night, there is a dull ache behind my ribs, as though someone has broken my heart. Having realized that 80% of quitting attempts (and 100% of my own) have been foiled by alcohol consumption ( Read more... )

Since when does HE get to be mad at ME? I'm extending the olive branch, here. I'm practically being a martyr, and all he does is pretend he doesn't see me whenever I come into view.

An actual friend request I just received:

"Hey Stef, remember me? It's _________. It's been forever, I haven't seen you since that night in grade 11 when you snuck into my room and I felt you up. Weird, huh??"

Oh God.

It's official: I can't use the washroom at work anymore ( Read more... )

Every once in a while, I think it wise to check back in with my estranged first love, Livejournal. Our relationship did experience a brief resurgance recently, but alas, we've grown apart again. Still, every so often, when the light slants through the blinds in just the right way, and iTunes is playing our song, I come crawling back to bash out a ( Read more... )

On the way home from work today, I stopped in at the new-ish thrift shop at Quadra and Hillside. I'd never been there before, and I found some great bargains, including a purse, a hardcopy cover of "Silence of the Lambs" and a barely-functional 80s crimping iron, all for only $5.21 ( Read more... )

It's a been a little while ( Read more... )

How is it that I always find them, or that they always find me ( Read more... )

Shopping is like crack for me. Today, I went to three different malls, and came home with a shirt, a dress, a jacket, two necklaces and two pairs of shoes.. and still felt curiously hollow and incomplete ( Read more... )