Posts Tagged: Moving
Hey ma!
I know that last blog I told you all that I have “too many women”, well, one more may be coming. And she’s not exactly my type. Yes, my mother may in fact be moving to Montreal, and as such,
Hey ma!
I know that last blog I told you all that I have “too many women”, well, one more may be coming. And she’s not exactly my type. Yes, my mother may in fact be moving to Montreal, and as such,
No, I’m not trying something new with my hair.
In my defense, I had warned you all this was coming. The new layout is in effect. And thus, I must apologize to everyone who reads my blog when they get RSS updates. Because I’ve changed the whole site, you
No, I’m not trying something new with my hair.
In my defense, I had warned you all this was coming. The new layout is in effect. And thus, I must apologize to everyone who reads my blog when they get RSS updates. Because I’ve changed the whole site, you
My imagination wanders
I like to imagine some things are real when, in actuality, they are simply a figment of my imagination. For example, I imagine every road has an imaginary bike lane, to which I feel entitled, regardless of the fact that
My imagination wanders
I like to imagine some things are real when, in actuality, they are simply a figment of my imagination. For example, I imagine every road has an imaginary bike lane, to which I feel entitled, regardless of the fact that
Holy shit: it’s almost August
It’s the 30th of July, where the hell is summer going?! This blog is going to go nowhere, I was just flabbergasted that it was the 30th of July already. I have so much to do. I should probably not
Holy shit: it’s almost August
It’s the 30th of July, where the hell is summer going?! This blog is going to go nowhere, I was just flabbergasted that it was the 30th of July already. I have so much to do. I should probably not
Moving, moving, yet again
Yesterday I found out I’d be moving back to my old loft because my Nana’s gone away to see her other family, and we can all give up the dream here at chez Pettigrew. Today, I’m fully packed, even though
Moving, moving, yet again
Yesterday I found out I’d be moving back to my old loft because my Nana’s gone away to see her other family, and we can all give up the dream here at chez Pettigrew. Today, I’m fully packed, even though
Greetings from Montreal!
I’m living out of suitcases again/still, while I search for a place to live here in the city that I can drink in legally. And apartment hunting is pretty much dismal, it’s kind of like going on a blind date;
Greetings from Montreal!
I’m living out of suitcases again/still, while I search for a place to live here in the city that I can drink in legally. And apartment hunting is pretty much dismal, it’s kind of like going on a blind date;
