I am an incurable romantic. That I am also an incurable pragmatist poses some significant challenge.
But don’t let me digress.
I cashed in a gift certificate today. Ah, holiday bounty! You sexy, sexy thang. The yield? An on-sale collector’s edition of The English Patient. I love romance but wish it was done better most times. In [...]

I’m in the middle of Bridget Jones’ Diary. That should tell you a lot about my Christmas.
I’ve had a traditional Christmas. Too much booze, at least one requisite drunken family member, chaos around the house, an excess of gravy, an abundance of slack.
In the morning, I’ve got to go see about a job. Right now, [...]

December 6th passed by without my noting it. Dreadful.
On December 6th, 1989, Marc Lepine, a disgruntled man of 25, let his rage overtake him as he stormed through the halls of Montreal’s Eqole Polytechnique, slaughtering 14 women and injuring 13 others.
He had once applied to the school but was rejected for reasons not listed.
He entered [...]

I don’t have the time to write. A busy day lies ahead. But I’ll never have this moment again, and I don’t wish to see it pass me by. So, I’ll use my time-bending skills and stop my world ever so briefly to share this moment with you.
I feel powerful. Unstoppable. I feel like everything [...]

Sorry, boys and girls. Has it really been four days since my last posting? I became Suzy Homemaker this weekend and have been making sense of my chaos. No longer will I loathe writing — my writing desk is a sexier thing than it has ever, ever been. And I’m plum knackered. I wrote this [...]

Yesterday’s posting is about to get heated in the comments. I was going to update you all on the depression I fought this summer and where it all is these days, but I’ll hold off in the attempts that the flame-throwing will get even more fun. C’mon, people! It’s a good ol’ flame-throwin’ session! Who [...]

So, I had a question yesterday in the comments. Here’s the short and sweet of it.
Spicy Little Pi apparently has an explosion of men in her life and wants to know what the REAL rules of dating are.
You wanna know? You really wanna know?
Fucked if I know, honey.
Here’s the thing. I wouldn’t know how to [...]

I LOVE smart men. Love love love. But they’re better when they’re sexy. They’re even better when they have a bad boy streak (that’s under control, of course).
So it’s no big surprise that my latest crush is the incurably sexy, smart, funny, witty, and engaging host of Canada’s CBC’s “The Hour“, George Stroumboulopoulos. Pity about [...]

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