Good heavens, is it Wednesday only? And I still have to think of something entertaining to write for three more days? It’s going to be a long week… The good news is that tomorrow I’m opening one of my journals … Continue reading
Whenever I feel like there’s the slightest possibility I might throw up, I start to shake. My pulse races, I perspire profusely, and try to talk myself out of it with happy thoughts… “No, Camille, you aren’t sick. You aren’t … Continue reading
I have an appointment to see the dentist tomorrow, which should come as a source of deep consternation to me. And don’t worry: it does. I’m one of those grown-up-ish girls who doesn’t like to brush her teeth, as you … Continue reading
By now it should be generally understood that I am not legally permitted to work in Canada. Friday night (rather, Saturday morning at 3:30 or so), I was at the movie theatre not working, like usual. As Poor Kyle was … Continue reading
I was born and raised in a big city. Though Mesa is certainly no NYC [Scottsdale comes close], there are people galore, immigrants of all ethnicities, and a multitude of shopping malls. With the dense population (approximately 460,155 [that’s not … Continue reading
Poor Kyle: Good night, I love you. Me: You stink. Poor Kyle: Where? My backside or my mouth? Me: Gee, I dunno…it’s so hard to tell the difference sometimes. It’s also hard to stay mad at him for very long.
It was ninth grade (grade nine, Canadians). I was a member of the volleyball team at my local junior high school in Mesa, Arizona. As freshmen at junior high, we were at the top of the social ladder, though I … Continue reading