So my dinner tonight is a lot of things dipped in cheese… (Taken with Instagram at Bier Markt)
Nicole, 25, Toronto.
90% cute things and 10% sad things.
My email is lepamplemoussi AT gmail DOT com
Nicole, 25, Toronto.
90% cute things and 10% sad things.
My email is lepamplemoussi AT gmail DOT com
So my dinner tonight is a lot of things dipped in cheese… (Taken with Instagram at Bier Markt)
This is a pretty video of Toronto streetcars over the course of a day.
Spadina (the pinkish vertical line at centre-right) goes all wonky at the tail end of the morning rush hour. It’s frustrating on the ground but bunched streetcars bouncing back and forth look kind of cartoonish when rendered this way.
So cool! I used to take the College streetcar everyday and it was SUCH a pain, but it looks lovely like this.
(Source: torontoist.com)
Any of us could die any day of any number of causes. Would you expect your partner to explain what you might have to go through should he die in a car accident, of heart failure, or by drowning? Those are things that could happen too. You are a mortal being like every human and June bug, like every black bear and salmon. We’re all going to die, but only some of us are going to die tomorrow or next year or in the next half century. And, by and large, we don’t know which of us it will be when and of what.
That mystery is not the curse of our existence; it’s the wonder. It’s what people are talking about when they talk about the circle of life that we’re all part of whether we sign up to be or not—the living, the dead, those being born right this moment, and the others who are fading out. Attempting to position yourself outside the circle isn’t going to save you from anything. It isn’t going to keep you from your grief or protect those you love from theirs when you’re gone. It isn’t going to extend your life or shorten it. Whatever the crazy lady whispered in your ear was wrong.
You’re here. So be here, dear one. You’re okay with us for now.
I love that someone left a copy of Seventeen in the lunchroom so I could catch up on my dating knowledge.
The next time a dude casually asks, “Who will be there?” (which is a totally reasonable thing to ask) I guess I have to punch him in the face. How dare he hate some of my friends! Jerk.
Some of the questions are pretty standard: name, age, occupation, gender. How would your friends describe you? What do you look for in a man?
Some are a bit off: weight, height. What is your most important possession and why? (maybe this is why the women on this show are so princessy because they’re asked about their favourite possession!)
But here is my favourite: “Give us a dating history. Have you ever been in love? If no, why not (hahahahahaha), and if yes, tell us your love story! Or tell us your funny first date story!”
Hahahahahahahahaha. Why not! What a bunch of intrusive jerks!
*Just to clarify, I am not applying to be on the show. OR AM I?**
**I am not.
All I want to eat until spring is soup. Many many different kinds of soup.
I know these are both teacher/ohmuffins related, but whatever, I totally relate to them. I am undervalued! I do wear nicely matched sweaters and flats!
(Source: ohmuffins)
The lovely Melissa made us tortilla soup (with so many toppings!) to go with our wine and Bachelor watching.
Also, isn’t Ben’s hair just the worst?
