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Kill The Goat
Now with 50% more goat-killing, you'll be sure to be entertained by all my follies. I've got a hungry husband, a deranged sock drawer, and a short fuse. Witness the fireworks that ensue as I rant, rave, and make a fool of myself, NOW IN COLOUR!
The Novel-less Novelist
Some days, when I sit down to write, I feel like I am beating a dead horse. Other days, I feel like the dead horse is beating me.
Picture This
Living in the monstrosity often referred to as the GTA, I often come across things I deem "picture-worthy." I am in no way a photographer, in fact, my thumbs will probably be featured more prominently on this page than any sight in Toronto.
Sweet Jay's
I grew up in a household where food had one taste, one colour, one texture: charred black. Now I spend my days testing out new recipes, delighting in food's true taste, loving my crockpot, and occassionally designing and decorating cakes.
