When it's time to say goodbye, just say it, and leave. I find the most awkward moments come after the words goodbye.
Oh, and nothing ever good happens after 2AM.
on travaille que pour s’acheter des souliers. on est quand même pas pour marcher les pied nus.
I have a job where legendary portraits will be taken.
By legendary, I mean sexy people blog-like pictures.
I never really liked hearing my name in French.
But upon meeting this older French woman pronouncing it in such a way, I might just settle for ‘Ryanne’ - kind of sexy.
You may not know this, but we are getting rid of 16 years worth of accumulated clothes, shoes, hideous paintings and memorabilias.
As I’m folding some of my old clothes to give away, I see my mom folding carpenter jeans after carpenter jeans (which I shamefully admit, did use to wear - ouh la, the tragedy), forming an admirable pile of ridiculousness. What are you doing mom? I ask her. These, we will donate for the needy. After much consideration, I asked her: Really? Does this world need any more carpenter jeans?
I'm super-like craving a Saussage McMuffin.
Not so super-like wanting to wake up in the morning.
"You’d think that after 20 facebook albums, one would know a little something about composition, white balance, or something they like to call Adobe Lightroom."
— It’s Tuesday morning, feels like a Monday, and I’m tired of all these Halloween albums.
Seulement 8,30 % d'Ahuntsic a voté. 8,30 %. Gang de wack. Mais quand même, mon monsieur l'a emporté.
Being on the internet at 3:51AM is like taking a hot shower during a cold day at 8AM.
You know you should be closing the browser, or water for that matter. But for some reason, you just don’t and stay for an extra 25 minutes or so. And then your fingers get all prune-like.
Will probably be 'Karl Lagerfeld' for Halloween.
Which is, more than anything, an excuse to buy me an ill-fitted suit.
