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Household drama

February 23, 2005


Clingfilm is a curious substance. For one thing, they call it plastic wrap here, which is not in itself odd since theoretically that is its function. I prefer clingfilm because it is rarely that I have emerged the victor from any encounter with it – “wrapping” hardly ever occurs. Today was no exception.First, you can’t […]

A day in the life of…

February 22, 2005


Today my roommate J and I went grocery shopping. Such being the nature of our relationship, we debated for a full fifteen minutes on which grocery store to go to, weighing considerations such as the availability of kosher food and unsweetened soy milk versus the presence of Tim Hortons branches and aisles of unnecessary consumer […]

February 21, 2005


the offending shoe


February 20, 2005


Today I was at the movies and had the misfortune to sit next to a female clad in a teensy dress and what must, one supposes, be characterized as shoes. In fact, I believe that even in the short history of this blog these offensive footwear have come up before, also with a short skirt. […]

February 19, 2005


I haven’t written in some time because my laptop has died and I had to rush it, clutched frantically to my bosom, to a Large Computer Store, thus wasting the pearls of humour I have concocted while sitting in class. Nothing noteworthy to report that is not of a libellous or embarassing nature. Except, stop […]

unacademic amounts of cleavage

February 10, 2005


Today I actually got up in time for my 8:30 classes without too much anguish, brushed my teeth and deliberately decided to get back into bed out of sheer perversity. I woke up for the next class, got dressed (sporting so much cleavage that my roommate compelled me to put on more clothing) and after […]

The W is always right…

February 9, 2005


Just watching the “Friends” episode with Dermot Mulroney. I’ve never really felt him, but having had W (dear friend whose gender is the only impediment to a long and happy marriage with me) wax lyrical in his praise, I am inevitably now forced to concede: yes, he is breathtakingly bootylicious. I’m not a fan of […]