dear sara.

send me your blog link goddammit.
sincerely,
melis.

things i hate spending money on.

envelopes - i always feel like i will magically come across one when needed, like pennies.

note to self.

ode to the queen street hipster.

i can't believe i only just discovered this:


http://www.dropshots.com/pcotton#date/2006-01-09/21:10:27

p.s. happy new year.

letters to the world.

dear vitamin, gravol, and cheap alternate version of gatorade,
i am depending on you to help me avoid long, unnecessary toilet bonding.
i hope we can work something out.
yours truly,
melis.

letters to the world.

dear ttc,

fu@k you.

sincerely yours,
until i one day can't take it anymore and buy a used piece of shit vehicle (ahhem moped) and try to be independent, but then realize that a whole lot of other things can make you late (ahhem piece of shit moped) and come to the conclusion that nothing is reliable, not even your favourite red bicycle with enormous tires because sometimes those tires get flat at 2am and you find yourself walking the dam clunker through Parkdale when the desperate pavement dwellers are feeling confident. not even feet, because there are these things called bunions, i know, gross, and even though you never wear heels or impractical footwear, regardless of the occasion, that can cause you so much pain you walk with a limp that you end up taking a cab home even though you live 4 blocks away.
melis.

riding the rocket.

some read.
some listen to music.
some knit.
some snort cocaine.

ttc - never reliable, always entertaining.

nyc.

gross.

scary.

liberating.

splendid.

honest.

wtf. lol.

every time i go to the bathroom at work, i stare at this sign and wonder if i am just being immature (probably) or if this is genuinely funny to anyone else.

is it strange.

that i am attracted to this illustrated man?