Bike Etiquette?

Road or sidewalk?
Wheels down areas?
Stop signs?

Business degrees do not equal Indie boys

Which makes for a boring accounting and statistics class. Who do I creep on? My best bet for the Indie pop is my Comm class. Or the coffee shops I walk to and pretend I'm doing Liberal Arts homework so they aren't turned off by the Business degree.

On a different note: my phone has kicked the can, I used my mini-stove for the first time tonight, and I still don't have silverware. I wash and reuse my plastic utensils. Trashy or eco-friendly? You decide.

Fetus Photos

They creep me out half the time. I am making a vow to everyone right now that I will not be posting anything of the sort ever*. I don't even want to see my one-day child as an/a almond/walnut/kiwi etc., so why would you?

This, I'm afraid, is spurred on by a prof pic I saw.

I will never.


*note: this is subject to small amounts of change if/when I become pregnant in the distant future.

Yoga is my Boyfriend

I mean it makes sense:

-It's always there for me
-Makes me feel great about myself
-Relaxes me
-Doesn't expect anything from me except effort
-Takes me as I am
-We get sweaty together in all these great positions
-it's HOT
-and makes me hot


All I could ask for, and more. Too bad it's short lived!

Namaste

Being Home

Is so good.

And to think I was preparing to 'grow up' upon my arrival home. I'll save that nonsense for later. For now, I have a little McCall, cabin-on-the-lake, weekend getaway to partake in and further my tan.

Love My Life

To the epic-ness that was this last weekend

I salute you.

Other things I am interested in saluting:

LOF (Lord of the Fries)

Chadstone Tuesdays

Sunday Fundays

Pita Chips

Footy Boys

CROWN reception signs

Jeans boy

Date boy

Jessie's Girl

Mustard/Carrot Combo

Jack Johnson's new CD

Chocolate

Hit it and quit it

Okay, not really. But I have to wonder if all parties involved realize things are rapidly approaching a dead end?