People who haven’t known me for long always seem to be curious about what I was like in school. Was I a teacher’s pet? Was I bullied? Is it true that I owned a pink lunchbox at one point? Did I come up with harebrained schemes that involved selling dirt to people in McDonalds bags […]
I will never forget my first experience on a plane It was for a family trip to Queensland, I was 11 years old and not sure what to expect. I had always wanted to fly but I imagined doing it with a red cape on my back and not cramped up in a tiny space […]
I have a black v-neck sweater that’s perfect for all occasions. It’s my go-to garment for work, dates and even when I need to settle a score on the basketball court. I’ve kicked many an ass with my blue button up underneath my go-to sweater. Spoiler alert: Buttermelt Cafe is the dining equivalent of my black […]
People flock to Los Angeles for beaches, the chances to see stars, recreate action sequences from GTA V and to drive down a freeway with the top down whilst admiring the gorgeous palm trees that line the streets. Me? I went for sluts. More specifically, I went for Eggslut in Los Angeles. How was that […]
It’s only been four months since I wrote about Devon Cafe and my morning routine is completely different to the one I described back then. I think the blonde woman who was always running late has been fired. The couple that was once on and off are now completely off. I still see the guy every now […]
I’ve got a massive chip on my shoulder the metaphorical equivalent of three packs of Pringles. I’m not sure when it started but I can think of a number of incidents that contributed to it. Let’s go back to fourth grade for a bit. School photos had just arrived and my teacher was handing them […]
I’ve been called a lot of mean things in my life. Rightfully so but still. The most memorable insult I ever received was the time a girl in my modern history class called me a “sl*t.” Keep in mind that this was before I had even touched a boob so I was extremely confused. There […]
My favourite part of my daily routine is the walk from Central station to the office. Every day I see the same faces during my route. The blonde woman who’s always late, the Asian couple in constant relationship flux (they walk on opposite sides of the path if they’ve fought the night before and walk […]
My favourite part about being single is potential. I think this is one of the things single people enjoy most. You might meet someone at a grocery store, a library, a small house party, a taco stand, a Star Wars convention and start talking to them on a regular basis. Feelings might start developing, caterpillars […]
My co-workers visited Three Williams in the morning and told me that the coffee was pretty amazing. Due to the fact that I have trust issues built up over years of lies from my parents (I’m still recovering from Santa being just some dude with a fake beard), I had to see for myself it the coffee lived up to the hype.
There is nothing wrong with having high expectations, that just means you have high standards and that you’re not willing to settle for anything less than a superb crab po boy.
It tasted very authentic, the balance between fruit/flavour and ice was good so it didn’t taste like an overpriced slurpee from 7/11. There were some random bits in my glass that either originated from the skin of a mango or Elmo. I really hope it was mango.
