Dear Mandy

Dear Mandy,

We just went shopping and spent a fair bit of money on frivolous items and Thai food. We talked about a lot of things, including your new job and impending move (back) to Toronto. We talked about my (old) new job and distinct lack of moving. We talked about weddings and food and coffee and friends and yoga and, well, everything.

Now I’m at home reading my new book and watching Grey’s Anatomy and you’re in Seaforth helping Grandma get ready to go dancing.

And I just wanted to thank you for an excellently rainy Saturday, despite our lack of sandwiches.

PS: I think you’re pretty great.

Time

"Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's the always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all-powerful -- because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies.
And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return.
And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the Devil."

~Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes

It's the Plot. Honest.

This might even beat Lesbian Spank Inferno...

The Legend of the Magic Taco

Deep in the heart of Los Angeles, legend has it that there is a place, a magical place, that serves tacos that feed the body in ways that can not be explained. These magical tacos are said to bring wild and passionate abandon to all who eat them. Come, and find out for yourself if the The Legend of the Magic Taco is a myth, or the best place in town to fulfill your sexual desires.

Who could resist at only $10.99?

2009 In My Nutshell

Seoul.
Coffee.
Panic
New Friends
Old
Malaysia.
Coffee.
Bad decisions.
Good decisions?
India.
Chai.
one job, two job, three job, four...
Italy.
Mardi Gras
Tiny people...
Bigger people...
Adults?
Coffee.
Soju.
Coffee.
Pirates.
Ninjas?
Coffee.
Implosion~~~
no.
Good decisions.
Bad decisions?
Coffee.

New Year, New Plan

So it appears as though everyone has something to blog about as of late. Everyone with the possible exception of my little cousin, who is not blogging not for a lack of things to blog about but rather because, upon her return from Australia, seems to have been sucked into a vortex of misery and despair. Of course, I can neither confirm nor deny this suspicion as she is also no longer replying to any attempts made at communication...

But I digress.

Everyone who's anyone seems to have something to blog about these days. Even those who don't have a blog could blog should they so desire. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck...

My point being, everyone has something to blog about. And I, alas, do not.

Due to this fact I have spent the last week planning my descent into hermit-dom. This essentially involves locking oneself in one's bedroom, eating copious amounts of chocolate, engaging in countless DDR tournaments (with oneself, of course)and wallowing in self-pity.

Today, however, I have seen the light.

Today I have decided to emerge from the cocoon of solitude, vanquish the soul-wrenching sorrow I feel at having to return to work tomorrow, turn off tournament mode (I have yet to move beyond basic anyway) and suck it up.

Today I have developed a plan.

First part of the plan?

Avatar.

Baby-steps.