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.

My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid to spill my guts

Music sometimes feels like the overworked, underpaid supporting actor in my life drama.

I tend to find that whatever I listen to can be directly related to who I have around me. Boyfriends, close friends, new friends, co-workers... whoever it may be, I find that their taste often is reflected in my musical taste for the period of time when I’m around them.

It's just a little crush; Not like I faint every time we touch

Urban Dictionary describes girl crushes as: “feelings of admiration and adoration which a girl has for another girl, without wanting to shag said girl. a nonsexual attraction, usually based on veneration at some level.”

Remember that episode of Friends with the “freebie five”? It was comprised of a list of five “unattainables” or more likely, celebrities that you could shag without the usual consequences from your significant other. Y’know, if the opportunity presented itself.

I'm not gonna waste the perfect comeback on you now. But don't think I don't have it. Oh yes, it's time will come!

Little X's baby blanket.

I’ve never been what you’d call maternal.

I may have written about this subject before, in which I’ve never really wanted to have kids. Sure, they’re cute and adorable when they’re tiny and quiet. They wear the cutest tiniest clothes, they gurgle and have chubby cheeks and tiny hands, but one shriek, one stinky diaper, one hint of a wail and I’m bolting for the other room.