When I'm not journaling in obscurity, I'm flirting with disaster, missing planes and planning adventures. I've just moved back to Canada from London (UK), where I developed unsavoury habits like looking left before crossing the street, holding my fork curved down, and asking for the 'loo'. Follow me as I fumble my way to familiarity in my new home – Toronto . I promise won't spare you the gritty city details.
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Now I'm officially deeming you too good-looking to blog. You've got to shut it down.
While I do consider you an authority in the blogosphere, I'm going to have to go rogue on this one.
So they can take pictures of your nasal cavities?
(That's just my unphotogenic self being all jealous. Ignore at will.)
Yeah, but she cleaned them out for me beforehand. It was awesome.
Do NOT share the details on that prep step.
Damn, you'se a hottie.
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