9/27/2005
I had an eggplant languishing in the pits of my fridgerator that began calling out to my guilt last night, so i went googling for “eggplant recipes”. I was thinking maybe parmasan, but that was a staple in my mum’s house so i wanted to see if i could find something new. I found this [...]
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8/11/2005
to do today- 1. laundry 2. pack for family reunion 3. emotionally prepare for family reunion 4. set up post for El to publish on Open while i’m gone 5. write one last little thing for blog (and maybe a drawing, eh?) 6. shower (if there’s time) 7. get El to give me a mini [...]
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8/7/2005
My boyfriend’s mom’s house is a zoo. It’s not like there’s goats in the backyard or anything, just a couple of your regular house pets who happen to be completely mad and to create the impression of a houseful of crazy instead of two cats and a dog. The dog is half black lab half [...]
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8/4/2005
Want to hear me speak this to you instead? Speaking of lying about things, (as I was in this post about Kitchen Ballet) I used to lie a lot more. The first lie I remember telling was when me and my mom lived in a small apartment at the University of Waterloo. We always called [...]
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7/31/2005
I helped a friend move last night. With El and two other folks we tackled opening the Uhaul- a surprisingly tough task bc all of Jonah’s stuff had rammed itself against the door during the Toronto to Montreal trip- and then shunting his worldy possessions up the skinny staircase to the second floor. I’m a [...]
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7/29/2005
1. i talk to my plants 2. i live in Montreal, Quebec, Canada 3. i speak french well, but 4. english is my first language. 5. i live with elran 6. i love that guy a lot. 7. i was born in waterloo ontario 8. and have lived in new brunswick, 9. california, 10. and [...]
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7/27/2005
Want to hear me read this post to you, baby? I went to put the water on to boil and realized that pretty much every time I enter the kitchen I burst into song. And I blame American Idol. Every time I’m alone in a tiled space I have a new need to compulsively belt [...]
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