Monthly Archives: July 2007

The Modern Fairy Tale

You know, I don’t usually repost that forwarded spam email that your family and all those people who think they’re such witty judges of humour send to you. Why? Because they usually suck.
But when you take into consideration that my 71-year-old aunt sent me this and I yam who I yam and all, and then [...]

Adventures on Craigslist

I’ve decided it’s that time again, time to post a reasonably articulate ad on Craigslist seeking some reasonably articulate man. So, yesterday I posted one. 16 hours pass and not a single response, despite my publishing it. Went back to check, and lookie! No ad!
So it seems even the ever-popular Craigslist fucks up sometimes. I’ve [...]

Something New Is Afoot

I finally bit the bullet and decided to put my money where my mouth is yesterday, and signed up to volunteer at some of the upcoming festivals this year. I’m tired of all my married and practically married friends, and I need to meet some people in MY boat. Single, that sort of thing.
The e-dating [...]

Oh, Woe is My Back!

I’m going through this I-Love-Life-(I Think) phase, but my body’s going through a “I hate you, beyotch” phase, so I gotta tell ya: Girl’s in pain.
I so hurt. Oh, I hurt. I’m getting better, though, but sitting on my ass in a comfortable 1830’s camelback chair with blown springs for 8 or so hours while [...]

A Lament for the End of an Era: Potter Is Concluded

I just started the new Harry Potter about 100 minutes ago. I’m 134 pages in and the second act has just started with a bang.
It is safe to say I will be buried in my book for the remainder of my Saturday. I took my nephew and brother to the midnight release party with some [...]

Goddess Decree #742

As ruler of all known universes and Resident Omniscient Being, I am hereby revoking the right of CSI writers to pun. Ever. Ever, ever again. Quota: Long ago met. Fucking puns are the glue holding that television empire together.
And if redhead, David Caruso, ever graces my screen again with that turn-slightly-to-the-right-and-extend-left-foot-back-for-enigmatic-look sidestep he does right [...]

Dimestore Philosophy on that Thing Called Love

I want to write right now. I want to, but I can’t. I have to shower and depart with a friend.
But I’m throwing down a mental note, a public one, with a query to involve you and tease myself so as to induce the mood to complete this tangent at a later time, like perhaps [...]

Hi. I’m Steff. This is my blog.

I’m having a great day.
I feel superb.
My latest Facebook “state of being” status thingie says, “Steffani is supreme ruler and master of all know universes. And your rent is due.”
The picture you see now is my current profile picture. Fitting with the “your rent is due” comment, eh? :)
So, yeah. I’m happy. I thought that [...]

Step AWAY from the Salad Bar!

I find it hard to be attracted to vegetarians.
To me, sex is primal, just like being a carnivore. I can sink my teeth into just about any kind of thigh, but if the only rib you’re gonna offer me is a celery one, I draw the line.
Imagine fucking like rabbits with your friendly neighbourhood vegetarian. [...]

Mutterings and Musings on a Friday Night

Well, I’m about to receive a delivery of Vancouver’s finest herb. My guy delivers his product in a Hummer. As long as it’s safe until it reaches my hands, that’s all good.
I haven’t been able to kick my grumpy mood this week. I thought I just needed a break, but my mood’s perma-fucked right now. [...]

Talkin’ ’bout the Blues on a Blue-Sky Day

There are hot days when the city’s awash in humidity and moods flare as hot as the temperatures. Then there are hot days when there’s a salty ocean breeze wafting through, just enough to take the edge off the day, and silence seems to resonate as the world yields to the lazy comforts that makes [...]

The Filthy Boys Next Door

We’re hatching a theory. GayBoy and I, a theory. Wait’ll you hear this.
Now, if you’ve been doing your homework and checking in regularly, you know that I’ve written of late about my new neighbours. I’ve seen them in various states of undress, in all their glorious full frontalness (albeit briefly), as well as even fucking [...]