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Stop Caring, Start Living

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

You know what you should do? Stop caring, that’s what. You’ve started to care so much it’s actually holding you back from doing anything. Your caring is actually fear of results. If I say this, will I offend someone? If I do that will people judge me? The answer, maybe yes on both counts, but who really frikkin’ cares? At some point in your life you have to get up, get out and do something but maybe you’re just too busy caring to actually make anything happen. Let’s discuss!

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Turning 30: This Much I Know

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

Today is my birthday. As you read this, I’m waking up in glorious New York, on the 19th floor of a hotel with a spectacular view of the city. Quite a way to turn 30. I used to have quite a lot of anxiety about this birthday. In your 20s, there are all these benchmarks that you feel you should be hitting, but now the day is here, I feel fantastic. I’m in a great place in my life and as I look forward to this next exciting chapter, I’m reflecting on what my 20s taught me. This much I know…

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Saying Bye to Blighty

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009


Well, it’s come to an end. My vacation, that is, not my life (though you may be forgiven for thinking so, due to my lack of posts the past few weeks). As you read this, I am on a plane headed back to Toronto (probably desperately trying to resist the urge to put some screaming infant in a choke hold).

 

I figured I better get back on this blogging horse before I forget how to write altogether. But as my brain is still a bit mushy, the best I’ll manage today will be a few scattered thoughts of randomness about my trip. Hey, we can’t all be on point all the time.
- Let me just say right here, right now, my family rocks! Seriously, I cannot stress this enough. Is it wrong that I want to move back to England, move in with my parents and just hang out with them all the time? I have had three glorious weeks of scrumptious meals, endless tea making, great music, hearty laughter, cuddly hugs, The Wire and rocking good times. I am willing to rent my family out, for a very fair price, if you are in need of any of the above. Email me.
- Everyone in my house came down with a cold last week. I never knew one person could have so much mucous, but multiply it by a household and it’s dangerous. Too much information? Yeah, deal with it.
- I love London cabbies. No sat nav. Just jump in, give the address and they are all over that shit. Plus, they entertain you with the best conversation. One gave me a little history lesson involving hidden pet cemeteries and where they used to hang people (embarrassingly, this was all not too far from where I used to live, so I probably should have known it). The bonus is that they don’t charge extra for sharing these fun facts.
- I love London. Period. It is such a frikkin’ awesome city. I miss it so much. I spent hours just walking around my old haunts and getting a little misty about not being able to stay. I don’t know how one gets misty about Ladbroke Grove, but I made it happen.
- That whole economic meltdown thingy is really affecting England. Whew. It ain’t cute.
- England is beautiful. Sure, it’s grey and a little depressing, but look beyond the moody bastards that live there and you’ll see all manner of lovely countryside, fantastic buildings and such like.

 

- For those that are wondering, no, I did not go see this guy.

 

- Christmas really is the most wonderful time of the year, ain’t it?

 

- Packing is a mother bitch. Seriously, I hate it. I’m having to leave two of my coats in England because I just can’t fit them in. No doubt my mother will adopt them and make sure they are cared for by wearing them at every available opportunity – I see you Mama!

 

- My British boys know how to dress. It’s so refreshing to see guys who give a crap about their appearance. Turn it out fellas. I ain’t mad at ya!

 

- To all my friends and of course, my fabulous family, thank you for showing me such a wonderful time. I miss you all desperately and I won’t leave it three years the next time, I promise. Love you long time.

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