Jesus, the slut-shaming trolls are out hard today, and I am Not in the g-d mood. I'm out.

Gahhh it's so wearable compared to other fashiony stuff. Damn you, Sui. *shakes fist menacingly*

I don't think there's ever a wrong time for free cookies, especially if they're out of gratitude for what these people do for their communities. If anything that probably makes the cookies taste better.

That's frickin' awesome! And any excuse to talk to firefighters (I have friends and family members in the profession) is one I will happily take. Brave, awesome folk. Good on you, really.

I like that New York-based Mara Wilson brings cookies to firehouses. As cloying as it could seem, that's actually a genuinely sweet thing to do today. Miss. Honey approved.

So I am going to take from this that sexy, big brows are back, and nobody can do a thing to stop me.

Seventeen. After months of my friends berating me to lose it, like they had. "It's no big deal!!" He uncapped all six of my Heinekens with his belt-buckle at the birthday party for my friend Josh. His name was Matthew. He was apparently heir to lucrative Russian mob ties. Who cared. I wanted to lose it.

That just grosses me out even more.

What. Just. No.

Cold consomme, rhubarb, and crackers spread thick with mustard.

My local mall literally just got a Kiehl's, so I will definitely make a point of checking it out now. I've never heard anything about them, outside of American magazines/drooling over the Sephora website before. Thank you!

I know, right?! One year I literally stalked Jude Law down Front St. until he wised up, and made his bodyguard stomp toward me intimidatingly - then I ran, and screamed, and laughed like a child. Yay, being a pleb in a city full of stars!

Seriously, even the "all natural" stuff from LUSH makes my skin cry and hate me. Cetaphil and SpectroGel are my only saving graces, truly.

One of the most awesome things about being a Torontonian - TIFF.

It was for Marc Anthony, who is a fairly well respected hair stylist/frontman to his product company up in Canada. I didn't get any free stuff (for shame!), but I walked away with a grand, which I guess for standing around, looking pretty for 8 hours or so, could be deemed worth it. He did my hair for the final shoot,…

He's not satisfied yet, my dear. Pucker up!!

The one time I modelled for a hair product company I broke out in horrible hives - not to mention sweat right through the grey satin dress they put me in. There's something about being under bright lights, and judgy photographer/makeup artists/stylists eyes that make everything else in comparison look like a piece of…

Poor thing! I've scarred you for life! I'm sowwy!!