Oh, hi. I’m dying.
Okay maybe not but *whatever the hell I’m battling, it’s currently kicking my ass. Like, if me and this sickness were in a boxing ring, I’d be pinned to the mat yelling “SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, I GIVE UP, YOU WIN- TAKE EVERY SEASON OF THE WEST WING! TAKE MY VINTAGE WRANGLERS FROM THE 70′S THAT DO WONDERS FOR MY BUM! TAKE AWAY SWEET POTATO FRIES FROM THE EARTH! “, the second the starting bell was heard.
I was feeling tremendously sorry for myself while watching ** Lecture 3 in Game Theory (sexily titled “Iterative Deletion …READ MORE
I got this sent to me in an email and it reminded me of the good ol’ days when I would dedicate all my free time to answering email surveys. I’m pretty sure I set some sort of record for answering them, I really loved filling out questions about my favourite type of ice cream or first boy I kissed (you think I’m kidding, but sadly I am not. My ego is so large it adored the attention). Anyway, I got this one sent to me ages ago and thought it would be fun to churn out. Regular blogging shall …READ MORE
Dear People Who Saw Me on The Dance Floor Saturday Night,
I know. I can’t believe I’m that good of a dance either. It’s like I’m the love child of that chick from Flashdance and that creepy Lord of the Dance dude. Plus a hint of Justin Timberlake. All mixed together and fueled by rum.
dancing into your hearts, brandy
Dear blog, life, blog and life,
I miss you
busily yours, brandy
Dear man who sat beside me in the literacy conference yesterday,
You need to re-think your food choices because what was going on there was pretty nasty. And …READ MORE
1. I hug you. Often. And without warning. In fact, the ‘sneak attack’ hug becomes the #1 weapon in my arsenal.
2. I suddenly start liking hot dogs. Especially, hot dogs from 7-11. Or, if I’m going to be frank, I will eat any “meat” product under the heat lamp at 7-11. And I will be the GREATEST THING EVER.
3. Cute guys no longer matter but I will be instantly attracted to anyone who is riding the mechanical bull.
4. I ride the mechanical bull. Twice.
5. I decide that taking those STD posters that you find in the …READ MORE
So, today was the worst Presidents Day ever. Wait, I don’t technically get to celebrate Presidents Day, but my province had it’s own holiday but it doesn’t sound as cool. As some of you have already read (thanks twitter! For allowing me to share everything in 140 characters or less), the BEST part of today has been the fact that I found out someone got into my bank account and withdrew everything. So, if that was the best part, use your imagination to imagine the worst part and if you guess it involves TEARS or getting licked by Mickey Rourke …READ MORE