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I like to people watch ... But more than that, I like to couple watch. I find it really interesting to see how people who are in a relationship behave with one another when they are in public or around a group of people. Particularly people they've never been a couple in front of. Sometimes, I find that the cheese is just smelly and continuously being smothered. Other times, it feels like I

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My favourite part of this outfit is the three-tiered necklace. But I can't exactly go walking around with just a necklace on, now can I? The answer to that would be a resounding "no." I like the metallic look of this outfit. It's classy looking but not in a call-girl sort of way. I think the dress is simple, yet elegant and is something that would be appropriate for me to wear to work (

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I have to write a two-page reflection on marriage. Me, the person who is possibly the most cynical when it comes to the idea of marriage. Me, the person who is far too selfish ... or maybe it has something to do with loss of freedom ... to want to get married. Mine will most likely be the most despondent of reflections that the good Father will have the pleasure of reading. Key notes in my

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My last Bootcamp session (until this coming August*) was last Thursday and I swear to you I can already feel my fat molecules expanding. No food is safe from escaping the confines of my hips and thighs these days. Of course this past weekend I had a birthday party to go to. And of course I had to drink Bacardi Breezers (because drinking something sweet makes me oblivious to the fact that I

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To the person(s) I believe is reading this blog: Fuck you. Go away. Your eyes are not welcome on this page. You don't want me to exist, so I don't. And now I don't want you to exist. So stop reading. Go find something else to read. And most importantly, go fuck yourself.

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I don't watch television so I'm a little pissed that a friend of mine got me hooked on the show So You Think You Can Dance. But were it not for her, then I wouldn't have watched this solo by Twitch. It's amazing how the movement of his body is completely in sync with the beat of the song. I'm a better person for having watched it, and now you will be too. You're welcome.

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The truth about this ensemble is that I started off with the shoes ... Sometimes the best way to get dressed is to work your outfit around the pair of shoes that will be donning your feet. If a shoe can make (or break -- trust me, it can be done) an outfit, well then they need to be somewhat of a focal point (even though they are at the bottom of your body, the once over ALWAYS starts at the

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Sometimes, with anonymous blogs, readers tend to paint their own picture of what they imagine the writer to look like. Well, I thought I'd remedy that for you and give you a glimpse of me. Yup. I'm a ninja. As you can see, I'm not a very good ninja as all I seem to be able to do is hop from one foot to the other while doing a fancy shmancy twirl in the air. I'm a girl ninja, what do you

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I hate to go on and on about Facebook, but I'm pretty sure that this website has put a new and more prominent spin on the concept of Six Degrees Of Separation. Had this site not existed, I would not have realized that my Rabbi married this girl I went to high school with just this past weekend. "Her Rabbi?" you ask? Yes. My Rabbi. "But, wait a minute!", you wonder. "She's Roman Catholic!

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You know what is weird? There's this guy who is in my religion course that I've never met, but I've seen him before ... celebrating his birthday ... on his vacations ... at people's houses ... Kind of weird right? To have seen this person in such intimate settings, but to not have formally met him in person? Well, it's true. In fact, I could look at those celebratory moments right now if I

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Seeing as how I'm not taking this trip anymore, what with the not wanting to get killed while traveling alone and not wanting to spend even more money on a ticket because of the cost of fuel, I've decided that, despite this, I really don't want this summer to be a waste. So in an effort to still being able to talk about my summer when I go back to work in September and not have my spiel last a

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I like this outfit. However, I wouldn't feel right wearing it any place other than on a polo field cheering on my polo-playing boyfriend. And since I'm never on a polo field (due to the fact that polo-playing boyfriend is non-existent), the likelihood of me actually wearing an outfit like this is pretty slim to none. But it is cute. Okay, I just thought of another place this outfit could be

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I'm taking a class again (sigh, I know) this summer. The good news is that it is only for two and a half weeks, and since this week is almost over, it is for two more weeks (I'z can cownt). The bad news is that it's an all day thing and it starts at 8:30AM sharp, which means that I need to get my ass out of bed by at least 6:30AM. The good news is that I'm car-pooling with a friend of mine so

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So I have this pretty incredible Aussie friend that I met some time ago. Unfortunately, this pretty incredible friend put an end to her pretty incredible blog. But then, she did this pretty incredible thing. She got her pretty incredible blog posts from her pretty incredible blog and made it into a ... pretty incredible book!! Awesome, right?! (See, I know more descriptive words other

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It happened when I was least expecting it. Isn't that when this type of thing would happen? When you don't see it coming? I was driving home from Bootcamp, listening to Coldplay's Viva La Vida with my windows rolled down, when I came to a red light. I was sitting there, enjoying the music ... enjoying the breeze making its way through my hair ... when you pulled up beside me. I didn't notice

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Me thinks I have a craving for some maple syrup ...

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I'm all for gay pride (Toronto just had their annual Gay Pride Parade this past weekend), but this is really inappropriate. There were kids at this event. I know that it's "legal" to show off your tits in Toronto, but I'm pretty sure there ain't no law about showing off your dick. Have some tact.

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Ask me what my favourite movie of all time is and the first answer to come out of my mouth is always Dirty Dancing. What's not to like? You've got the classic tale of a teenage girl going on holiday at a resort in Virginia, which is basically like Summer Camp for families with money. And this teenage girl (who, compared to other women in the movie, would be considered "homely looking") wins

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Brazilian waxes and g-strings on bitches, Lube on the nightstand and tattoos on tits-es. Friends with benefits that started as flings, These are a few of my perverted things. Cream coloured semen that's splashed on my back side, Getting it on at the park on the kid slide. Summer romances with men that don't cling, These are a few of my perverted things. A sex toy that's bought at the store, "

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Well it's official. It's officially official. I won't be stepping foot in my place of work until the last week of August rolls around. And frankly, I'm not looking forward to it. Oh, no ... I'm not one of those teachers who's barely off for her vacation and is already dreading going back. It's not that at all. I'm actually looking forward to the challenge of teaching a new grade ... as

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In honour of it being the first day of summer (for me at least - yay, no work for two whole months!), I thought it would be appropriate to dedicate this Fashion Friday post to a day at the beach. Seeing as how I am well endowed in the bustal region, if I'm to wear a bikini, it needs to support the twins. A good halter top would do that. I liked this one because it's got the earthy colours I so

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When I first decided to take a Contiki Tour for ten days this summer, I was really excited and all gung-ho about it. I knew that it would most likely only be me going, but the fact that it was an organized tour and that I would meet people on the tour made me feel better about the whole aspect of being a loser going by myself. But now I'm having second thoughts. Never mind the fact that the

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I love when people you haven't seen or heard from in ages contact you out of the blue and then say, "We should get together for lunch or coffee." How about we don't? How about we just stick to exchanging pleasantries over email or facebook once or twice a year. That's perfectly fine by me. There is really no need for an awkward lunch to be had. And there is definitely no need to even put the

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This past weekend, I tackled my desk in my Cleaning Escapade, Summer 2008. Opening my drawers, I found things in there that had been thrown in and left to die from eons ago. Case in point? I came across a little card (you know those ones that you would put with a bouquet of flowers) from my ex that said: Dear EM, Hope your 20th birthday brings you 12 roses + a balloon. I think I've held on

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I quietly reached the 100th post milestone here, and this lovely lady was thoughtful enough to do this for me: Clea (dammit to hell I can't get that accent to work), thank you so much! You are truly a gem! And right now I think I have a hangover. I went to the bridal shower of a 24 year old today, so copious amounts of alcoholic beverages needed to be consumed. Drinks that made the cut were

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