Winter is coming

Vans Sentry Parka

Roots Slouch Sweatshirt

Levi's 511cargos

Clarks saddle leather desert boot by David Z NYC

Days like these

You know what's worse than these days where you wake up and it's dark and cold out and you're still tired and there's nothing in the fridge you want to have for breakfast and you sure as shit don't want to go to work and sit and let another eight hours of your life just drift away when you'd rather be going for a walk or reading a good book, or pretty much anything else? What's worse than this is realizing there's going to be a thousand more days like this one. But how is your day?

Look at that blubber fly!

This gif accurately capture show I feel after many many months of only sporadic physical activity.

Burgertime

Every week I tell myself I'm going to grab a burger for dinner before my night class and every week I pussy out.

I've changed.

This'n'that

Favourite English names:
Tim Pigott-Smith
Jessica Brown Findley

Fictional Band Name du Jour:
The Burning Sensations

Current listening:
Wild Flag- s/t (2011)
Wye Oak-Civilians (2011)

Reading:
Are you kidding me?

Feeling:
Broke/indebtted.

I hate my Life

Toronto Life editor Sarah Fulford

Nice to see Toronto Life continuing it's fine work printing shallow, insincere bullshit for page views. And I fall for it like a sucker every damn time.

The daily barf

Work is dead slow at the moment, so I've been spending a lot of time scanning job boards, trolling hockey forums watching early '90s can-rock videos on the You Tubes (see below) and reading food and home design blogs.

Now, it's no surprise to anyone who reads blogs (including this one, which absolutely no one reads) that a certain amount of self-absorption is a prerequisite for the gig. But some of the shit out there really takes solipsism to a new level. Let's put it another way: If I see one more whimsical blog by some skinny, middle class white chick with a bird tattoo and an Etsy shop who takes over-Photoshopped cutesy pictures of her beardo boyfriend and herself, her "outfits" and various babies/pets, my eyeballs are going to crawl out of my asshole. Also "thrifting" is not a word. You privileged fucks.

Hey remember these guys? Bubbles!