When you're cranky you don't really want to write about anything 'cause you're waist deep in your doom and gloom attitude and everything that comes out of your fingertips seems to be inane drivel about nothing important. Or heavy, big topics that seem too overwhelming to broach. How am I supposed to tackle why Trump… Continue reading I’m Cranky
I'm like ... 70% positive that when we die we just rot in the ground and become a part of the earth again. Maggot food. The whole bit. It's a CYCLE people. But sometimes I do like to ponder the possibility that previous lives, or hell, even parallel universes exist - because what the hell… Continue reading Parallel Meg
I was listening to a CBC story about how the Girl Guides have come out with a recommendation this holiday season to not force your girls to give hugs to friends or family when they don't want to. Which naturally, I'm ALL OVER. But the story itself, of course, had its critics. Claiming that an… Continue reading My Body. My Rules.
I recently decided to invest my very little time into another fucking hobby, 'cause apparently I don't have enough. (Another thing to fill up my time to avoid the existential DREAD. AMIRITE?!) I legit don't even watch Netflix anymore. WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME. So now I spend most of my time spinning in circles… Continue reading Things I Learned This Week
For real though, Christmas is truly my favourite holiday. And I really can't get down with the give-me-xanax-cause-my-family-has-unresolved-issues-that-come-out-when-we-all-get-together-and-drink bullshit. (So don't even start with me, Linda.) It's a great time where everyone is happy (or forcing themselves to be) and everything is adorned with twinkly lights and magic is EVERYWHERE. If I could, I'd put… Continue reading Christmas is the Best … Usually.
We moved last weekend, and due to a lying, thieving internet service provider, we were without internet for the first week we lived here. Which actually wasn't THAT bad because we spent time unpacking instead of power bingeing Netflix. Regardless, moving is pretty much the worst. What a great way to be confronted with the… Continue reading Moving is the Worst.
If I could go back in time and wag my very judge-y finger in my woefully, unprepared face, I would have. Unfortunately for me, I was just arrogant enough (and also the right amount of drunk) to think that I could handle the impending 18 hours that come alongside an entire tab of acid. Unfortunate,… Continue reading One Time I Took a Tab of Acid and Turned Into the Most Primal Version of Myself
I have a deep, dark, and shameful secret. It's one that I don't tell just anyone. But, I know I have a problem, and the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I. Love. The Twilight Movies. (Queue women dropping dish-ware everywhere.) I know. I know. If you want to forever un-subscribe… Continue reading A Dark and Terrible Secret
Hello again. I'm experiencing another week of nothing specific that I want to write about. I mean, I can write a bunch of bullshit like I did last week, but is it really worth your time? That could be said about most of my blog posts ... I suppose. Here's an update from our household:… Continue reading Chicken Noodle Soup and Enemas
The creative process is hard, and I feel like everyone talks about it like it's this elusive, sexy, ever-evolving, ah-MAZE-ing thing that creative thinkers and doers are happy to be at the mercy of. They all guffaw at how sometimes she's a pesky bitch and how they have to coax her out of her shell,… Continue reading Fruit Flies are the Young, Gay Twinks of the Bug World