Sunday, November 02, 2008

Only a Matter of Time

I've been a bad blogger lately. I have no excuses. The only one I can think of is that I'm afraid to write lately, because I'm afraid it will become too personal.

It's a strange thing this--keeping a personal blog, without revealing too much about my personal life. It's a precarious balance, but I think I've done relatively well in the last 4 years and I intend to keep it that way.

So here's what I've been up to (the edited version, of course): the token fashion week after-party. (If only for the gift bag.)

(And if only for the excuse to wear one of my favourite winter dresses.)

As for not blogging lately, autumn and I are duking it out to see who comes out on top. I'm filling up my time with volunteer commitments--some that make complete sense (Journalists for Human Rights) and some that make no sense at all (Limmud). Autumn, on the other hand, is tempting me with warm beds, cups of tea and syndicated peasant-vision television sitcoms.

Natty and I somehow managed to dress as the polar opposites of one another for Halloween--Playboy Bunny and bird lady. (Creating the least sexy Halloween costume ever? Success. What you can't see are my pants tucked into my socks and my awesome circa 1998 Reebok grass-stained running shoes. I didn't even wash my Value Village sweater after I bought it, because I wanted it to retain that authentic bird lady smell.)

Kaydi and Geoff had the best costumes of my life. Mainly because if I ran into Geoff in a back alley, I'm pretty sure I would be terrified.

What actually terrified me on Halloween is this--some dude actually hit on me on my way home from Chloe's party. This was scary because what dude in his right mind would hit on a chick in torn pajama pants and a North Reflections sweater when there are eight dozen trollops in naughty [insert blue collar occupation here] costumes drunkenly running around? A dude who's NOT in his right mind, that's who.

Oh, and did I mention as of November 1st, I'm officially an Ontarion? The thing is, I have a sneaking suspicion Alberta is glad to be rid of me. (That's right Ontario--this sexy bird lady is all yours.)


  1. I catch myself personal-blogging about my sad feelings all the time and it makes me feel really weird so then I don't blog for a longtime and there's a lot of buildup, bleh.

    Your costume is awesome, the guy must've been thinking I wonder what's under all that, wow too pervy?

  2. Jess,

    That winter dress is one of the nicest dresses I think I'e ever seen.