This years love had better last; Heaven knows it's high time; And I've been waiting on my own too long

Well, Christmas is over, so obviously the New Year’s top whatever lists are popping up out of the woodwork. For example, my exciting Monday off is including the top 50 most something or other videos of the 2000’s. And of course this will be followed up by D2: Mighty Ducks.

Yes. My life is amazing.

Just in case you’re curious, we’re on video number 43 and it’s 99 problems. Nothing like rocking to Jay Z for the holidays--a video that would be so much better without the bleeps. Sigh.

You had my heart and soul; And you played it; To the beat

Some songs grow on you. 

Other ones just blow you away from the first listen.

This one is part of the latter category.

I guess the only thing cheap to you was your friends

I’ve realized long before that friendships kind of have an expiry date. Sure, some of them can go longer than a Twinkie while others will be done before the milk is gone in your fridge, however, the sad and enviable truth is that friendships do end.

The question is, when is it enough?

When do you let go?

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?

When I first started this blog back in---wow, back in March it would seem, it was mostly just a way to preoccupy my mind. I was in a crappy place at the time, having had my first “real” boyfriend dump me, one of my best friends and biggest supports out of the country and not a whole lot else going on. I needed a distraction, I needed an escape and while I wasn’t wanting to necessarily whine incessantly on this blog, I did want to be able to have somewhere I could write about whatever I wanted.

Letters to myself. Pt. 1

Dear Past Me,

I thought at 23 and my infinite wisdom, it’d be nice to enlighten you on the future. Sadly, I don’t have lottery numbers or a time machine or anything else that’d make us money but I figure a few ideas of how to be happier would benefit you--well me...

Us.

Yeah. Even at 23, we’re still pretty damn self centred.

You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Tis’ the season.

With the beginning of December and an actual snow fall in Vancouver pre-January, it’s easy to see why a lot of people are swinging into the Christmas spirit. Presents are being bought, Christmas carols are on the radio, decorations are being put up and trees are being lit.

So why do I feel like such a grinch?

You put me in a cage; With a daily maze of flesh and rage

Okay, okay. I’ll admit it.

I can be a bit of a workaholic.