Since my days growing up a (spoiled) only child in an upscale neighbourhood, I have grown quite accustom to the finer things in life. Being the kid on the block with the pool and the private school education really did wonders for my false sense of reality. Now, as an adult in an ever changing … Continue reading Champagne taste, Target budget.
As I prep tonight’s gourmet single-girl dinner which consists of half a bag of Skinny-pop popcorn and a caffeine free Diet Coke, I find myself feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt for having given up on myself. I guess you could say my “fuck it” meter is at an all time high at the moment. … Continue reading Forget the spark, I need a blow torch