Mmmm... panic

So I've neglected my poooooor Twitter. (I start too many posts with 'So' I think...)

And there's really no excuse. I update FB a thousand times a day via text. Twitter is just as simple.

But I'm an attention whore. And 90% of tweets go unread. And I can't sign on to FB without a notification.

So I actually went onto Twitter today, followed some of my friends who added me eons ago (sorry) and updated my ridiculously out-of-date profile.

Next stop... the blog... and I just can't bring myself to update my "about me" section. It means erasing The Observer, The Courier and even my retail job (naw, didn't quit, but I'm now part-time).

I'm pathetic.

In moronic news... I sent a verrrrrry stupid text to Irish. Or, at least I thought it was to Irish. I just assumed she was the last person I texted (and usually, she is... I need a bf...)

So, who was the last person I texted?!? TWITTER. F....M....L....!

In an unexpected twist of irony, my effort to utilize Twitter more has made me NEVER want to use twitter EVER again.

I realized my error almost immediately. And then panicked, trying to figure out how to delete the tweet.

On a possibly related note... I think that if you've found my Twitter, then surely you've been here too... And I just wanted you to know... that I googled you. And even though I may have more to hide, you have more to lose. (Why does this sound like a threat? I wanna be your friend, but I don't know what the rules are...)

Mmmm... gravy.

All I ever think about is sex.

And elections.

I think I blog about sex far too often. So I'll give the people what they want.

Here's what I've been working on the past few days...

Pitfield doubts she’ll run again after Ward 29 loss | The Toronto Observer

And more shameless self-promotion...

Veronica Blake reports on Jane Pitfield’s loss in Ward 29 | Centennial onDemand

And fuck, I'm too wiped to continue. Here's the cole's notes version.

1. Gravy is SO delicious.
2. Ford is mayor. Get over it.
3. Did you vote?
4. Totally cried on election night.
5. The Observer website is totally popular.
6. Why does readership make me feel uncomfortable?
7. Why aren't there 36 hours in the day?
8. Abstinence
9. Condoms
10. Stalking

I miss you too!

Do ya miss me?

Well you can find me here... or here...

Lessons learned? Never let your drunk friend act as your spokeswoman with the dude you're dating.

Also, I really don't have time for dating.

But I DO have time for a girl-crush on her.

(I'm also interviewing her for an abstinence article. Ironic? Or conflict of interest)

Damn, I wish I had a cohesive theme to this blog.

(Or, could write a cohesive post, for that matter.)

Life, is a shit show.



Nobody wants to marry the funny-girl.

Harnessing the ellusive story

So I needed a second story for my online cycle at The Toronto Observer Saturday night I was at Cathy Perry's 50th birthday party, when random dude mentioned myttc.ca. It's a trip planning website, unaffiliated with the TTC. Could it be a story? So I started telling people about it, and excitement was building, until Vanessa burst my bubble by asking if it was like TTC's Trip Planner Crap. I never knew TTC had a trip planner. I'm from the days when you would call a hotline, and a surly operator would tell you where to go. And where to stick it. So I played with the sites. Starting point: home. Destination: work. A simple route, and one that I've taken numerous times. myttc.ca gave me my tried and true route, timing was pretty accurate and allowed for walking time. Perfect. But what did the TTC have to say? 5 minutes. Same route as myttc.ca (which would take 25 minutes total), however, I would only need 5 minutes according to the TTC. I usually drive to work. And it has NEVER taken me 5 minutes. Maybe 7 minutes if I hit all the green lights, whiz 70 km/hr up Birchmount in a 50 zone, and had absolutely no traffic on the road...(ah...sweet Sunday mornings...) If I can't do it in 5 minutes in my car, how does the TTC expect a rumbling bus to do it, and make the necessary stops in between? OK. Let's try another experiment. Let's not get excited yet. Starting point: home. Destination: school. Typed the exact same info into both planners. myttc.ca provided a logical route. TTC trip planner, on the other hand, told me that my school did not exist near any transit routes. Uhh... TTC Directions to the Centre for Creative Communications: From Broadview station, take the 62 Mortimer bus right to the campus (Carlaw/Mortimer). From Pape station, take the 25 Don Mills or the 81 Thorncliffe Park bus to Mortimer and walk one block west to Carlaw Ave. Otherwise, the campus is a 10 minute walk north from Pape station NOW, I had a story. Stay tuned to part deux... passive aggressive emails and technology malfunctions!

Where the ladies at?

Well I forgot the most important news of the day. My first online story for the Toronto Observer is UP on the web! I'm going viral! Click here here here HERE HERE HERE to see it! Its about the underrepresentation of females in Toronto municipal politics. Shoot, maybe I should talk more about that later as well. This blog is spiralling out of control.