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I use the men’s floor changing room all the time if I’m nearer to it (men’s jeans don’t often have stretchy Lycra in them, so I prefer to buy them over women’s jeans that gap at the waist too much) at H&M in Toronto. There’s never been a fuss, and literally no one should give a shit. It’s a stall in a hall, and I

I really, really love the movie Quartet that Hoffman directed a couple years ago—but even in that, there’s some kinda weird parts where an old dude (played by Billy Connolly, who I also really love for all of his acting and music, but who I kinda was like wtf Billy why did you go along with this) continually hits on a

I loved the one about the great-grandad John—gave me the warm and fuzzies. I love stories about family protecting family.

HOLY SHIT THAT CINCINNATI STORY IS FUCKING WILD

This is so soothing!

I have a tiny apartment bathroom and it NEVER looks this shitty. I used to get so mad at a former roommate for leaving a former apartment’s tiny counter space looking like this (with stuff falling into the sink because it was overfilled with bottles of junk and makeup she was too lazy to return to her makeup bag). I

I’ve done the insomnia battle again and again. It usually strikes exactly when I least can deal with it—when I’m overworked and have zero downtime anyway, so sleeptime is precious.

The Frida Kahlo bracelet she has on is a fucking wild touch.

Please correct the spelling of her name in the headline; you’ve misspelled Quvenzhané.

Interestingly, I am celiac and can’t eat normal cookies, but a lot of the gluten free alternatives make me feel sick to my stomach (to the point where I panicked and thought I was dying) in an entirely different way than accidentally eating gluten feels like. Anything that has been processed extensively is just bad

Holy frig, an asshole columnist for the Toronto Star just published a similar opinion piece, declaring that women teach all the poor men to treat us badly by being, as my grandmother would say, fast. Her argument was that women need to step up and do better.

I will never watch this because I dislike most of the actors in it**, so the nicest/only thing I can say about it is that it looks like JLaw has pretty hair in it.

I love it. I keep trying to make calming work spaces but a pile of crap on the walls and kitschy shit everywhere give me life.

I already felt stuuuuuupid because I decided not to pack hiking boots (too heavy for my backpack) and just dealt with hiking everywhere in runners, but holy moly FLIP FLOPS???

I was just there in Fort William this summer, and (wisely!!) decided not to hike up (in the middle of July on a clear day) because I wasn’t confident I could navigate it (and I was missing some equipment). Even hiking around its base and in other spots around Scotland, I saw people doing absolutely bonkers things that

I used to read a book a day during high school and university. Now I can’t concentrate enough to take on a novel most months. I miss the laser focus I had, but I’ve gotten in to short stories and poetry which I rarely read before, so maybe there’s an upside? At the end of a workday I just feel like staring at the

I hate assholes who are too cool to not be assholes around trains. I wrote below to someone else; so many people died or had 2-3 limbs sliced off (for some reason never all 4?) in my area when I was a teen that emergency workers came to my high school to try to instill some sense of self-preservation in us. This shit

Yes, I forgot about the illegal part! I’m not sure it is in Canada, but I’m amazed that people desperately want to be assholes around trains.

Still dismissing replies! You want to advocate for playing around train tracks, make your own thread.

Yeah, if the kid wants to go on Ellen he should remove the train and water photos. Teens endangering their own lives for pictures become the town tragedy. Using a toddler as a prop goes beyond that.