It’s time for a hypothetical. If you haven’t played this game before: I come up with a thought provoking question for you to ponder. Sometimes it’s just a choice between two undesirable options (i.e. would you rather have sex with your sibling or a bear)
Hitting my elbow the other day, right on the funny bone, got me thinking: Fuck, shit, motherfucker! But after that, as the pain subsided, I wondered: why are elbows so poorly designed and so easy to injure? And how can we improve them?
Coming home from work late, she strips off her clothes as she enters her apartment; pops some bread in the toaster, opens the fridge and pours herself a glass of wine.
I did Dry Feb again this year. Which, as you may know, is a fundraiser for the Canadian Cancer Society wherein you swear off alcohol for the month of February and people show their support for your sacrifice by donating; all to raise money for a good cause.
“Emrys?” asks the girl behind the counter at Starbucks. “Yep” I answer after a brief moment of hesitation. “What a great name!” she exclaims as she hands me my drinks. “Thank you” I reply as I take my coffees and head outside to the car.
I was telling my friends that other day that it’s nice that we’re all ambiverts, that is neither introverted nor extroverted but rather able to switch between the two as the situation requires.
There’s so many squirrels in Port Coquitlam. I mean, you can practically hear them scurrying through the underbrush as you walk along the Traboulay trail. That is, if you can’t actually see them jumping from tree to tree.