Less than three weeks

I can finally say adios to London.
While living with my parents for a few months is the least glamourous part of graduating, I've outgrown so much here.
It's gonna be a clean getaway, leaving all the history, politics, and acquaintances behind.
Maybe I met some good people, but there's nothing tying me down here. Liberating? You bet.

If I don't end up working outside the hLock right away..

Things to look forward to:
-reading
-gardening
-horsies
-my bestie
-rivers
-quarries
-pub
-misadventures
-$$$

Radio Looove

Finally got to do a solo show. My co-host is great but I like my own music sooo much.

Only a few shows left, tear!

Sadly this show was meant to be my demo for various job applications... And our website decided to not record.

Great phone calls that day. My super smooth vocals (?) led some rando to ask me out.

Say no to strangers!

Great advice from my writing prof

Write drunk, edit sober.

Admittedly, my BAC was kept at a respectable position. A glass of wine certainly helps to stop overthinking the rough draft.

*sniff* you always got my back, red!

New blog recommends

Now, I by no means wish to imply that I am a stoner girl, but I know these girls running the awesome new blog you see to your RIGHT. It's not rambling airheads writing about how good their bacon stuffed pizza was. They talk about weed stuffs, review good movies (how good they were high and in general), post funny pictures, music, anything cool going on in Toronto, Crohn's disease AND MORE!

So check out this light-hearted and witty blog for a laugh and a lark.

 Since I'm thinking about pizza now - here's a pic ... from their website. Made by a mom.

Celebrate!

I don't know how this is possible but....

Sad post

Agnes is 15 years old. She is my Welsh Pembroke Corgi. She is a slurm that follows the family around the house. When her sister, Harriet, was getting attention, she'd butt in for pats. She never ate my things... Unless you count garbage. Whenever I'm upset, she'd find me (as dogs do). She is dopey and loveable, and I'm going to miss her soo much.

Poor aggy can hardly feel her hind legs anymore, but she still muscles it upstairs. This is the last time I'll see her.

Man, dogs dig their way in.

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