Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I am obviously far too burnt out for my own good right now. I completely spaced out on putting on makeup this morning. Not that I plaster on Tammy Faye-esque layers, but I am the type of person that does wear a “full face” (foundation, eyes, cheeks, lips) pretty much daily. Except today. It’s a … Continue reading Faceless
I’m about to make my great escape from cubeland for 63 whole hours in a row. At which point I will immediately launch myself into Insanityâ„¢. For the sake of posterity (and my mind, so it’s written down somewhere, I present to you, My Weekend. Chaos in 3 Acts. Friday Night 5:00PM – Go Home. … Continue reading Schedule
(I wanted to write this yesterday, but was afraid I’d jinx myself…) After the great Patch Calamity of 2005, I decided to try a different contraception product – the Nuva Ring. You can figure out how it works by checking the website, but the pertinent piece of information here is that you wear the ring … Continue reading An Exercise in Living Dangeriusly
After all the craziness of the past couple weeks, I finally had a day for me and ohhhhhhhh my was it ever nice. Started off enjoying the morning sun and a Frap on the patio at my local coffee joint, then went to get my hair done (nothing exciting to report, I had it done … Continue reading Femme Bot
A while back I asked what readers wanted to know about me – and a surprising number of visitors voted for an entry about my religious background and leanings. I’m not a theologian, and I’m not preaching that any of the conclusions, or the process I’ve used to get to them, are right for anyone but myself.
I’ve managed to avoid trolls so far – probably because I avoid posting much of anything that’s terribly personal or terribly controversial. Hopefully nobody will say anything too hateful or hurtful, but I will be deleting any comments I think are unnecessarily mean or judegmental. So if that’s ok with you, my particular position is after the jump.
I just went for Indian buffet for lunch. Now I’m ready to pass out from a butter chicken coma, and so bloated I may have to undo my pants (which is saying a lot, because these pants already happen to be a smidge too big). But it hurts sooooooo goooood. Continue reading Pig.
School really throws me into a self-induced state of panic. I procrastinate. I don’t study. I thought after a two year hiatus from classes that I’d perhaps turn the tides this time around and do the school thing properly. You know, read the textbook, study, prepare, etc. But some things never change, and I reverted … Continue reading Booyah.