an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
This post is intended for any student of mine that tries to find me online. Giselle is a human. Giselle is also a high school teacher. In my 38 years I've learned a few things. Let me give you a little advice... This world is going to kick your ass. So be ready. Build up... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I have been energized by people. Big groups, parties, and by God you should see me at weddings! I am like a headless chook (chicken for non-Aussies) when surrounded by a crowd. The urge to be a part of, interact with, and essentially feed off the energy people... Continue Reading →
In high school I was emo. In uni I was punk. In my twenties I was a hippie with a foul mouth. In my thirties, a fucking pirate. They say things get better with age, and in this story, I guess it's true. But nothing lasts forever, so here's a little tribute. I won't start... Continue Reading →
Today marks 35 years of my life and I'm taking a moment to reflect on it all. Please take the following with a grain of salt, as I'm still figuring things out. But, with age I have grown in audacity. So fuck it, here's what I've learned so far... 1- Your family is either batshit... Continue Reading →
Alright, one rice in particular. Basmati, that beautiful son of a bitch. A long, slender-grained aromatic rice, traditionally from the Indian subcontinent. For me, its the old friend I never visit anymore. The one I used to drown in ketchup because my parents never made kid-friendly food. Chicken and rice. Chicken and rice. Chicken and... Continue Reading →
In the background I hear Elton, "Hold me closer Tiny Dancer..." Outside there's a whole other world of sounds. The loudest is a muffled whirring and whizzing melodic tune that dominates the air and blurs at times...the never-ending swan song of the crumbling Gardiner Expressway. Next, this timely visitor chimes in with its ceremonial bells,... Continue Reading →
It was the last house on the south side of King Street before a little open space and Roncesvalles marking the edge of gentrification. I was so young. So naive. So raw. Things were so big, so full of feeling, so dramatic, so careless. I made mistakes, and learned, and I didn't care if I made another.
It takes him 3 times longer to tie these shoes. His black leather Doc Martens lace up all the way to his knee. They're well worn and just the perfect amount of dirty. On his head, a black bandana attempts to hide a receding hairline, once a fountain of luscious locks. His pants match his boots... Continue Reading →
I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →
Here I am, 31 years old, 5 foot 4 (and a half!) 69 kg (giggity), a professional excuse-maker for avoiding the gym, with her liver the most exercised part of her body... joining arguably the roughest, toughest, most physically demanding sport known to man!
Is it too early to have a mid-life crisis?
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