Nothing like a bright and humid summer day spent at the Toronto Rogers centre to make for a lovely evening. Nat and I spent the day watching my cousin play for the Toronto Argonauts. In all honesty, we both know absolutely nothing about Football. Neither of us understand the sport, or even why half naked…
Tag: Philosophy
Blonde roots and Rebellion.
After taking a leisurely bike ride to the lake, I parked my bike and sat down on a stone facing the water. With Passion Pitt playing through my ear buds, I watch the sun fade on the horizon. The great thing about the lake is how calm and serene the atmosphere is. With seven ducks…
The waiting game Pt. 2 (Avoidance & Alcohol).
Spending the later portion of the evening with Lilly and a round(s) of Cosmos, I finally understood what is to be the most AGGRAVATING thing in this world: Not being upfront. Being upfront does not always mean that you need to be a complete dick and tell someone off, it means that you have the…
In search of the Trifecta.
Tying my hair quickly in a bun, I began searching through documents in pursuit of one specific piece of paper that holds the secrets of my past. As I rummage through numerous documents, my mind begins racing with fear and the thought of all the repercussions that I might face. Dismissing the fears, it is…
The truth: Clearing the air.
One hundred. One hundred posts and counting. It has been just eight months since the creation of this blog, and I am positively blown away about what it has grown into. Over these short eight months, I have chronicled the nitty gritty details of my life, and have let you all into my own little…
Misery loves company.
Nothing is stronger than a martini and a good story. When at a bar you are often surrounded by many individuals drinking the night away with a couple friends, but on the odd occasion you might find someone on their own. There are really only a few reasons that someone could be alone at a…
Lesson One: Don’t be a dick.
Before I start my usual writing, I am going to make a social commentary about the idiocy of the younger generation. Watching the news, I find myself laughing hysterically at the shenanigans that the youth of today have gotten themselves into. The newest fad to find its way into the school yard is the act…
Seeking refuge in the fear.
Spending my saturday evening laying in bed listening to The Pretty Reckless, I cannot help but reminisce about the events of the last few days. For the past few hours I have been toying around with the idea of fear, and how it disables us from moving forward in our lives. Everyone has their own…
Americanos and pitiful loathing.
Showing up a day early for my doctors appointment, I decide to go to the neighbouring Starbucks to sit and write. After escaping suburbia and taking a subway into the city, I am now sitting amongst the hustle and bustle of this fast paced environment. With a venti Americano, I am out the door ready…
Work, bars, more work & then wine.
Day three in suburbia and I have found myself undoubtedly dying from boredom. I need some sort of thrill in my life as a way to bring some manifestation of excitement. It seems as if we have all moved forward in our lives of the suburban, for we have all attained some form of summer…
End of an era: Part II.
Packing up all of my belongings and moving out grew to be an incredibly difficult. Looking around my barren apartment, the flat feels quite vacant yet filled to the walls with a multitude of memories. Carrying the last of my belongings to a waiting car, I am driven out of the parking garage thinking about…
Outbreak of coupledom.
Sitting in a packed club by myself, I feel undeniably lonely. Tonight everyone seems to be in twos, for it is like the outbreak of the couples in here. As I sit at the busy bar I begin to watch the men and women writhing and gyrating on the dance floor. In any other occasion,…
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