I could not make this up if I tried. Life is funny sometimes; other times it is just so weird that your choices are to laugh or cry. I (usually) choose the former. I spent the last couple of days in my hometown celebrating my little sister’s graduation/contemplating my own future scholarly endeavours (I’m going…… Continue reading Don’t Steph believing
I went out with a guy on Sunday who has first dates down to a science. Apparently he goes on a lot of them, and he also blogs (well, tumblr) about dating in Toronto. I wasn’t willing to play show me yours and I’ll show you mine yet, but I don’t think I am going to end…… Continue reading Let’s make a deal
I’m sure you figured out by now that Ahab and I are no more. The break broke me us, but the silver lining is in the lessons learned along the way. As you well know, I am a talker. I have a lot to say a lot of the time, and I’m not shy about it.…… Continue reading The good fight
This next entry is proof that if you pester your friends enough about writing a guest post for you, they will eventually do it. I’ve already had some lovely guest bloggers, and now I can add ‘Erica’ to the list. So, here she is, telling us what she really thinks about who should cover the tab.…… Continue reading Pay up
Summer in Toronto means everyone (myself included) goes apeshit over patios. After a long, dreary winter, we want to get in as much outside time as possible (while still drinking). Being lazy and somewhat cheap, I prefer to buy a bottle of wine or three and settle down on my stoop. I’m not just talking…… Continue reading Let’s get stoopid
Oh Toronto dating, you try so hard, yet you fail to shock me anymore. Maybe I’m (finally) desensitized, but if this is the worst you’ve got, then hit me with your best shit shot. A bit of background: this scholar thought my drunk texts should seem ‘drunker,’ and he chirped me for being too articulate. Of…… Continue reading Jokers to the right
I wasn’t going to write this blog. I had it half-written about a week ago and I decided to hold off, in case certain readers had certain reactions. But a funny thing happened: I took my emotions out on my hair (as I’ve been known to do in the past) and went blonde. It turns out Blonde…… Continue reading Break a leg
Steph Not Stephanie 