How To Celebrate Thanksgiving Like A Rockstar.

First things first:
Buy your dinner. Preferably a Hungry-Man dinner or something of that quality...

 If it's just you then great, it'll fit in the microwave just fine. And while it's cookin' have a think about why you're spending thanksgiving alone. If there are two of you then you just gotta risk the gravy-gravity situation and just squeeze those buggers in...

 Put some classic music on. I opted for 80's Rock...

 Set the table. Simplicity is key...

Make sure your freezer's on, otherwise your ice cream will melt. If this happens, don't fret, canned soup is a splendid substitute... mmmm...

OR if things are really tight, save the cranberries from your Hungry-Man dinner.

In full tradition here are a few things I'm grateful for...
1. I'm grateful that I was brought up to have a mind of my own, not limited in any way, and free to be curious about anything and everything and never indoctrinated in any way.
2. I'm grateful that by luck and luck alone I was born into a country where I can think and say what I want. Thank f*%k for that.
3. I'm grateful for potatoes. All kinds, mainly the fatty kinds. Who the hell likes boiled potatoes though? Mums that's who.
4. I'm eternally grateful for the Irish accent. Turning ladies into sluts one "I'm from Galway" at a time.


How depressing is Christmas looking though, seriously?!! HA.

So, what do you do?

Things usually go pretty badly for me, in general, and I tend to have no luck whatsoever SO when things are going my way I love to show off and that's why this post is dedicated to my jammy life in the suburbs. I want to show you my new pad and delightful little neighbourhood and I'll finally be that person y'all bitch about 'cause I brag all the time but it's really 'cause you're jealous.
So we got an apartment and we both got jobs...you're looking at the new meat grinder for Urban Fare supermarket. I don't know what a meat grinder is and the job title is actually 'meat clerk' but I think 'MEAT GRINDER' has a better ring to it, don't you think? Sounds a bit creepy doesn't it? And I don't like touching meat {I boke in my mouth at the mere thought of raw chicken} but I'm bloody excited!
Paula, of course, got a job in Roger's Chocolate Shop filled with chocolates and ice cream and fireplaces and other magical things which fairytales are made of. Typical.
I've not exactly landed the most endearing title.
"So what do you do? *wink wink*"
"MEAT GRINDER". Not fit.
Hopefully the man of my dreams finds the task of grinding beef to be a very important, serious and alluring job and I'll bewitch my customers into thinking it's fascinating and glamorous. <br>

I went for my first run tonight which was entertaining. I don't think I tried my best because I was trying to make my ponytail swoosh and then watching it in my shadow {every girl does that though, right?} and then I was having such a great time singing and the streets are so quiet here and noone knows me so I was really giving it everything. Beyonce got me home. When I got home it felt the same as when I first started cycling so I think I'll keep it up. Saying that, we've just bought ice cream and popcorn. Tell me if you disagree but it seems to me Paula's on a sabotage mission, it was her idea.

i think there's a man in the trunk (edited)

Have you ever heard that urban legend about the lady getting chased in her car? Y'know, and the car is frantically beeping at her and flashing the lights...because there's a guy in her back seat. Well.

This just happened {part of it anyway}.We pulled over, they beeped as they went past, we checked the back of the car. No problem, right? WRONG. The other girls have obviously never heard this legend because they never checked the BOOT!!! And for obvious reasons I was too embarrassed to ask. I've spent the last 45 minutes staring at a car trunk from the back seat. I'm not sure what I'm expecting to happen, like the dude's gonna hop out as we're doing 70 down a motorway but you never know. You just never know.

Our road trip to Whistler was great, it was amazing to be back again. I got to relive my near-death-by-bear memories as I stood outside our hotel lobby and told the story of how I narrowly escaped a mauling as it ran through our lobby as I exited the elevator. It was really pretty too.

It was freezing cold but crisp and dry and the sky was clear. 

Perfect.