Friday, September 28, 2012

tiny luxuries:

standing on the escalator
double-crossing an intersection
forgotten Globe & Mails

Thursday, September 27, 2012

sounds of the city

I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but if the next two weeks are like the last two weeks (arrive at 8am, leave at midnight, 7 days a week), I am probably going to walk into* traffic.

Even the happiest person in the world has a limit, and we are currently well past it. Passed it? I'm so tired I don't even care.

*happily throw myself while praying for the sweet release of death

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I keep my change in tiny jars all around my room, a scavenger hunt for quarters last night. We keep finding ways in which I am an old lady (I hid my knitting lest he have another point), coziest up at 84 the same I was at 24, probably.

Socks never tangle in my sheets, let me rest my cold nose on your beard.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

"Before I saw your name on the binder, I knew this was your temp work station."


Monday, September 24, 2012

red trouser day is my favourite day of the week. oxford heels, grey knit v-neck, faded denim (always grey and blue, something), and obey scarf, inherited. hair from the 70s, come on mane, come on.
changing of the guard

scarves upon scarves, and little pom-poms ready to warm. plaid and plaid and wool, and how many blazers can one closet fit? (9)

niagara, florida, winnipeg and trinkets from south america and the past, watched over by Ahab

this needs some work yet, but i love how he hung my blanket. now, to cover those walls.

sure did

elliot rose

totally normal breakfast. jameson, coffee, banana split, mimosa.

steels, ever the gentleman, got real food

give us all the eggplant dip immediately, extra bread

seconds before meeting mai ty, sparking inevitable best friendship

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Hello, DB.

I am about to play piano for Mozart.
Leather jacket, blue dress, bare legs, sky-high heels and a ponytail.

Excuse me, business? I mean you.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

happy nuggets, year 1 alternately: Top That, Year 2

those nights when you come home utterly defeated (exhaustion-wise, when you have personal things to do but they won't happen, but you cannot move, when you have physically and mentally accomplished so much in a day that you are now a shell) and want to smoke yourself into a coma // when things seem pointless but that's the point // finding a position in which my impatience is beneficial rather than detrimental // when dissatisfaction is channeled into betterment // when my notebooks sat empty all summer with all the time in the world to fill them but now that my time is not free they beg for attention // thank god for every frivolous summer minute of laying together and shaping clouds cause right now opposite schedules is the worst

coming up those stairs, and collapsing into arms and he brought me a fruit tart and all these little tiny things seem so much bigger when you realize how much you count on them
Maybe i was overly ambitious, but I think it's pretty clear my first coffee art was a dinosaur.
It blows my mind that there are people left in the world who do not understand that sunglasses on/headphones in means I am INVISIBLE.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The pavement had exploded, unable or maybe unwilling to deal with the rain. No longer employing its ability to stem the flow of water rushing through it, I stared at the tiny rivulets decorating the sunken corner. College & Bathurst, you never were so pretty.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Good morning, I'm your boss and my wardrobe is comprised entirely of grey and blue.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

perfect day off

laying in bed watching You've Got Mail, full of walnut-raisin toast.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The fall uniform is BACK!

Monday, September 10, 2012


Sunday, September 9, 2012

"you have the smallest shoulders I have ever seen on a human."

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Today was my day off, so I am pretty grumpy that I worked 16 hours instead.

If you ever decide to open a restaurant, know that that means you are crazy.

The single benefit to being the last person in the building is that you can wear your housecoat and slippers without seeming totally barmy.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Blue eyes and spitfire (you know the rest)

Maybe you're really exhausted when it's hour 13 and you've just finished writing tasting profiles for bottled fucking water (ps are you serious? It tastes like hydration, losers) or maybe it just isn't a funny joke to tell someone you need pairings & taste notes for ketchup, because they're tired and stressed and they'll do it because deadpan jokes sound different from actual orders EXACTLY NEVER.


There are basically 0 hours in the day.

Also, I don't know if it's because I just bought my first hairbrush or because I am stressed, but I'm pretty sure I'm going bald.

Red rover, red rover

Getting ready to blow everyone's mind by wearing not black jeans.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

It's 10.50am and I'm eating pâté.

It's like I swapped all my fears.