two can play at this game!

words cannot describe how overjoyed i was when i discovered that tim's hortons rolllllllllllll up the rim was back!
FEELING GOOD, FEELING GUUUUUD. this year's the biggie. maybe a $$$cash prize$$$, or a t.v. even free muffins would be nice. i swear that coffee is loaded with pure columbian cocaine. my worrrrrrd. it's just too good. and too addictive. it's so hilarious how americans dunno what tim hortons is. I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS: ALL THE FUCKING RAGE IN CANADA.

the city is thawing! it's so sunny! today i heard a bird chirp and almost started sobbing. even people are happy. sun does that to new yorkers even though 8/10ths of them are stuck in an office building all day long.
i have a damn good feeling about march. i'm gonna pound the pavement this month and get things done. i don't care if i get rejected and disected and pushed to the curb, it's gonna happen.


i figured out my problem with all men in this universe. besides being way too forgiving, and nice and wearing my heart on my sleeve, i let myself get stomped on. from now on, i'm gonna be a bitch. a hard-to-get, don't look at me you scuz bag, i hate everything with a penis, BITCH.
the problem is i say this shit, but tomorrow i'll be as soft as rosie o'donnell all over again. it never fails. i'm canadian, we're nice. we say sorry when people trip us.


THE TROPICS ARE LOOKING REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW.
my soulmate and bestfriend mirjana wants to say fuck you life! and move to the tropics. i'd like to join.
we'd just live. no school, no work, no money, no anything. just living.
i could potentially just pack up and peace out and by doing so fuck over everything i've started in my life. and my parents by screwing them out of thousands of dollars they've invested in my schooling/life, BUT! i'd be stressfree. just blue skies, my chum MJ, and all you can drink rum. HEYO.

for anyone who thinks/wants/hopes/is certain that living in new york is an episode straight outta sex and the city, you're wrong. carrie bradshaw is glamourous. she's chic, fucking faaaaaabulous and unrealistic. don't move here if you want to be her. manolo blahniks are beautiful, and yes we'd all like our own aiden shaw, but it's not real. if you think it's all rent-controlled apartments and fabulous cocktails on the reg, and first row seats at the versace show for mercedes benz fashion week then TIME TO TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF REALITY WITH YOUR NEXT MEAL LADIES.

a girl can dream can't she?