if someone bought me a cordless drill i'd probably have to marry them. dang.

my extendeds have a habit of getting me sugar free chocolate for christmas (because i'm diabetic, not because they think i'm a fatty or something...). it's really lovely of them to go to the trouble, but i've never had the heart to tell them that maltitol-sweetened stuff A) tastes odd, B) still affects my blood…

bahaha. yes. i get made fun of for how quickly i fall asleep. ><

oh yes. i don't work in a kitchen (cheesemonger/butcher sort of deal) but by god when i get home i don't want to look at food anymore. i always feel bad when my friends are like "oh yeah, we could throw some steaks on the grill and steam veggies and roast potatoes...." and i'm like FUCK NO WE ARE GOING TO A…

whiskey, whiskey, possibly a very dry cider at dinner at my aunt's so they don't think i'm a SERIOUS alcoholic, and then more whiskey.
why am i even on a computer right now, i should be imbibing whiskey. PFL out.

believe me, i am a vocal critic of my lovely city and country. working on an initiative to help get more and better food into SROs. i write angry letters. my grandmother and my great-grandmothers and many of my relatives attended residential schools. i go home and rage cry about a lot of things a lot of the time. but…

Also none of these are The Pogues - Fairytale of New York, so this list is obviously wrong.

yes, absolutely, i live in vancouver and i did not support hosting the olympics. i'm just not sure i equate "inadequate support for our most vulnerable" with "Guantanamo".

what'd Vancouver do? :P

my ex's roommate and i made thanksgiving dinner last year SLOSHED. bacon wrapped turkey, stuffing, ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans almondine, roasted brussels sprouts, everything came out fabulous. i had six beer and three shots before the turkey came out of the oven. then we really got into the whiskey with…

i have one friend who's Dec. 17th and another on Dec. 28th. I try to make a big fuss and attend their birthday parties even if i'm swamped and exhausted, because damn that sucks. There have been a couple of years where I've had to do the "okay, i'm only getting you one gift, but i swear it's twice as big" and i felt…

OH that makes my blood boil. what bullshit. "diversity". i did a first round of "diversity training" recently and we spent two hours "dismantling our potential prejudices and preconceptions", which got a bit esoteric, but it was helpful. how difficult is "don't judge people based on protected categories" to get…

sympathy 'like'. i get hella hypochondriac when i get a virus thrown into my pre-existing bouquet of autoimmune fun.

if we are actually friends i'll look at it and listen to the proposal story, because i'm happy they're happy. the "eeeee omg!" thing is totally socialized into us though. it's difficult not to do it.

thank you, and thank you to your friend. i'll look into whether they take donations or volunteer time locally. :)

thank you for explaining this to me! my ex's parents train guide dogs, so i have a vague understanding of what goes into prepping for being a guide, but i have zero comprehension of their retirement system. cheers. :)

i wonder if there are larger organizations that fund support dogs? i would totally donate to that on a regular basis.

*sniffle*
*tear*

okay, you got me. donating.

in most of Canada we're only allowed to sell raw milk cheese that's older than 60 days. we have warning signage about it up all over the place. you can pry my Parmigiano Reggiano, cave aged Gruyere, and clothbound cheddar from my cold dead hands.

well, fuck. i suppose we campaign for a ban on live plucking, eat more goose, and only own one down jacket and sleeping bag per family? shit.
i get away with layers of wool and fleece, but i live in the warmest part of Canada...