Dreaming of the Good Life

Jeremy and I were talking about the number of kids we want to have.
I know this seems shocking but get over it.
It was hypothetical. Chillax.
Anyway, he wants 2.
I want 7.
He was so disturbed by my number that he had to walk away from all the fun.
Shortly after, I sent him an e-mail that contained nothing except for these images.



He replied:
"Please stop, really I feel nauseous.. Not kidding".

Unfortunately, I had already sent him this:



Sorry, J$.

Poor, Bloody Clea

One of the loveliest things about Montreal is that you can drink in the park.
(I think it's actually illegal but they don't care.)
And one of the loveliest beers of all is Hoegaarden.
One of the loveliest things about it is not that it is not a twist-off.
(What?)
Because one of the loveliest things about twist-off's is that this won't happen to you since you won't be trying to open your beer with a key:You know what?
I want to be "the guy" with the bottle opener key-chain.
I'm shameless like that.

Note: This story was purposely written "all fucked up". For a less idiot version, please visit Clea's blog by clicking on the "Change is Good" link found on the menu on the right.

I give the best presents

I can't wait for my birthday.

I certainly live in Canada

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Virtual Amazingness

A lot was happening on the world wide web this afternoon.

R.I.P.S.W.B.S. (Rest In Peace, Still Warm Baby Squirrel)

We experienced an incredibly, edibly sad moment on our way home from work.
Luckily I had my camera.

We found a box to move the S.W.B.S. to a safer location.


JF found a shady spot.


This little guy was running around the area. We guess he was a friend of S.W.B.S.


Even if it's mean, we kind of hope someone finds this and thinks they got themselves a new pair of shoes.

Temporary Fun

We started a bad-ass gang at work. We go around terrorizing the office for no reason by doing things like putting the wrong paper in the printer and sending e-mails without attachments. On purpose! It's our way of sticking it to the man.