With a bag of cinnamon hearts by my side and my new onesie being worn, I sit down at my kitchen table and begin to write. I have been wracking my brain for inspiration within the last few days, but I feel as if I have lost my muse. Shoving a pound of cinnamon hearts…
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Perils of the iPhone: Part II
When I last explained my blacked out drunken night of bad decisions, I also explained the unlikely situation in which I underwent with my iPhone. After losing the beloved device, and being forced to shell out $675 to not only purchase a new phone, but to also get an early start to bankruptcy. I must…
Temporal flux and the hands of a clock.
As young people in a modern world, we witness our lives undergo a constant flux of changes. What you must remember is that the life you may have grown accustomed to today may not be the reality of your tomorrow. With all these constant changes in ones own life, how is it possible to carry…
Formal invite to my coffin.
A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are place in which you feel perfectly at ease and you can find your centre. I no longer have a sanctuary for all that I was hiding from has finally caught up with me. I ran away to Toronto to escape my past, and now I ran back to Mississauga to escape…
Insanity and a drunken stupor.
Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…
Touch my clothes, and I punch your face.
The Toronto cold is at full force as the deadly winter temperatures drop to a devastating low of -22. Draped in my oversized American Apparel scarf and heavy winter jacket I take the first step into the frigid air. With Witt by my side we make the commute to our evening class. Upon entering my…
Romanticizing the hookup app.
When living in a city filled with singles, it seems like it would be rather simple to get a date, but is this true?…No. It seems that many people have drifted away from the conventional forms of meeting others, and have moved into the world of online dating and or hookups. With the use of…
High rises and skylines.
Last night I had the sudden urge to head home. I made the walk to the city train station, purchased a ticket and hopped on board. This was my first time taking the train since moving to the city. As riding, I learned that I am absolutely thankful that I am no longer commuting. Upon…
Sad faces in packed places.
Last night was all a blur. As it turns out, I decided to go to a party with a couple friends. With a 375mL bottle of Jager in hand, we headed out into the vast abyss of sweaty bodies within a cloud of intoxication. Prior to leaving, I was sitting cross legged on Witt’s bed…
7am.
There is something about walking in the city at 7am that is truly calming. With Passenger playing through my earbuds I begin to watch the early morning commuters rush to work. I am stuck again within this state of wonderment as I look at the life in front of me. Business men and women rushing…
Living in a new light.
The main fear that I had about living on my own, was the struggle to be healthy. With my mother being a health and exercise nut, I was privileged to be provided with a healthy meal on the table every night. After moving to the city, I feel as if I was neglecting my health…
Pizza Pockets or Kraft Dinner..that is the question.
Living on your own comes with its own perks, but there are also some minor troubles associated with this change. The biggest peril I am currently facing is regarding cooking. I am an awful cook. I hate to cook because by the end of the tedious preparation process, I am no longer hungry. It is becoming…
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