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Fall Daze

After reading mean comments on my posts:

Me, witnessing all of the university student’s costumes:

Whenever I upset people:

If I’m forced to leave the apartment:

My thoughts on Halloween:

If I invite someone to come to church with me and they say no:

When some parking attendant told me I couldn’t park in the lot that I wanted to:

When everyone around me is drunk-edy drunk:

If someone isn’t madly in love with me for one reason or another:

Whenever someone needs a favor:



Welp, it’s here. My birthday month. I’m aware that everyone thinks their own birthday month is the best, and that’s cute. But they’re wrong. Except for people born in October. They know what’s up.

The thing I don’t like about October though, is that other things occur during the month that have nothing to do with my birth. This makes it hard to appreciate “The Perfect Month” as I’ve deemed it. One of the reason I refer to it as “the perfect month” is because it’s not too long after summer and not too far away from Christmas. It’s right in the middle of loveliness.

How I feel once it’s October.

One occasion that I’ve had to share with my birthday month is Halloween. This holiday has haunted me (get it?!) since I was born. The idea of me having to share my birth month with a holiday where I’m required to dress in costume is just way too much for me to handle. I mean, it could be worse. I could have a December birthday. All you December babies got gypped! Halloween is fun and everything, but there’s always so much hype and so little pay-off. Also, my birthday month is associated with the color orange which is just cruel and unfair.

Another recent thing that has taken over the entirety of my birthday month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Honestly, why can’t everyone just be aware of my birthday? Lily’s Birthday Awareness Month. I’m all for people being aware of breast cancer, but can’t we just figure out that it’s around instead of dedicating a whole month to it and ruining the color pink for everyone? I’m not trying to offend anyone with breast cancer or anyone that knows someone who died of breast cancer (because I know that’s what everyone thinks and everyone likes to get mad at me, yeah yeah yeah) I just don’t understand why we need a month for it. Same with Black History Month. Can’t we as a society acknowledge that black men and women are a strong part of our history as a nation? Are we supposed to forget about their history after February? Are we supposed to ignore breast cancer after October? Why do we have awareness months at all? Can’t we all just be freely aware? DON’T FORCE ME TO BE AWARE, WORLD.

After moving to Canada I’ve also had to share fake Thanksgiving with my birthday month. Canadian Thanksgiving is in early October which is dangerously close to the date of my birth. In fact, this year it’s a mere 3 days after my big day. Way too close for comfort. How about Canada just realizes that the only thing they need to be thankful for is me living in their country and dedicate this holiday to moi? Just throwing ideas around.

This October, instead of worrying about other traditions and holidays, I ask you to think about my birthday and how great I am. It’s been a quarter of a century since I’ve been on this earth and I think I deserve some respect.

Food, Holidays, Stores


Yep. This really exists.

I was in the grocery store the other day and I saw this magazine on the shelf. Really though?  Apparently they have it in the US too, but I just don’t want to believe that. What kind of people purchase this thing? I’ll tell you what kind of people–the worst kind.

Speaking of the grocery store, we decided to go to Safeway instead of the many bizarre Canadian alternatives: Thrifty Foods, Fairway Market, Peppers, Zellers, Oxford Foods…the list goes on. At home, my fave grocery store (yes, I have a fave) is Dominick’s. When I first took Paul to my beloved Domi’s he said “this is the same as Safeway” and “Safeway is Dominick’s parent company” to which I replied, “No.” Well, to my surprise, Safeway is just like Domi’s and they might be related somehow. I felt so much at home when I walked inside. If I ever get homesick, I am going to walk the aisles of Safeway. Seems normal.

In other news, I made 24 funfetti cupcakes. I don’t know why vanilla cupcakes taste better with rainbow sprinkles in the batter, but they just do. I also bought a bag of those mini reese’s cups and ate them in one sitting. I haven’t been eating well, but I also haven’t been gaining that much weight. I am going to see how long I can ride this no-weight-gain-train. Hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself. Also, whoever invented Munchies is a genius.

Halloween is coming up–thankfully the Canadians have it on the 31st as well. I don’t know how many more fake holidays I could take. Our upstairs neighbors are having a Halloween party and Paul and I still don’t have our costumes–typical. Paul has also informed me that he has never seen Nightmare Before Christmas. Apparently he’s  grossed out that all of the emo/goth kids wear the movie merchandise. I mean, he has a point. There are people that are just destroying the movie’s credibility. Nevertheless, I am making him watch it. Also, if anyone has any costume ideas for us, please help us out! Or don’t.