I only ever want the things I can’t have.

The other day I went for coffee with a friend of mine. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I was helping him out with a ride to his car and neither of us had anywhere to be, so lattes seemed the natural thing to do.

The weather had been edging on spring all week. It’s the time of the year where you start to ditch your winter jacket for something a little lighter, even though you’ll still layer a hoodie or two underneath. You stop worrying about leaving your gloves at home or if you have a toque nearby.

But this evening it was slipping back to the inevitable cold snap that won’t give up before Spring truly arrives. The sky was grey and the clouds were chattering about dropping some snow on our recently visible city streets. The situation seemed bleak and we were both tired.

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Is that sandwich turning you on?

SEXY

/’seksē/
adjective, sexier, sexiest.

1. concerned predominantly or excessively with sex; risqué: a sexy novel.
2. sexually interesting or exciting; radiating sexuality: the sexiest professor on campus.

SYNONYMS FOR SEXY

hot, inviting, mature, provocative, racy, seductive, sensual, sensuous, arousing

Sexy. To cause sexual arousal, and pique interest.

Wait. I know I’ve said it a couple times now, but lets just pause and think about that for a second. What comes to mind when you think ‘sexy’ (as spoken in a sultry, Jemaine Clement, Flight of the Conchords performing Business Time voice)?
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Heffalumps and Woozles

Fortune favours the bold or in the original Latin, Audentes Fortuna Iuvat, which literally translates to “Fortune helps those daring.”

This is a thought that my mind always circles around to from time to time. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been off and away being brave and doing great things, eventually I will decide I wasn’t brave enough. Really, this is usually because something doesn’t go my way, or I feel I’ve missed an opportunity, or didn’t see the sign, or sat back when I should have leaped.

It seems just so much easier to slink away, turn your back, or keep your mouth shut. I don’t know about you, but for me, its one of those things I’ve tried to be aware of. After I finished university and set out on the ‘real world’ part of my life I found I struggled with the idea of who I wanted to be, where I wanted to end up, and every other big life questions you can think of. In this search I found that, you can’t really know. Or at least, I’m not wired that way. I can tell you what I want in 5 months, but in 5 years? I’m more comfortable with a go with the flow lifestyle.

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Sturgill Simpson

Get off your high horse right this very minute and accept the fact that if you are on a high horse you are at least on your way to being a cowboy.

Country music is not all bad. Correction, country music is not bad. People love to hate it. Sometimes I feel like its thought of like a universal truth, obviously country is hated.

Sure, some of it isn’t the best, but that can be said for every genre. And I’m constantly surprised by people who like folk music but don’t see the connection between folk and country and roots and bluegrass.

While you might not want to ride around town in my car as I sing along to Dierks Bentley, the Eli Young Band, Eric Church, or the Zac Brown Band you might, just maybe want to give Sturgill Simpson a chance. He harkens back to old school country that my parents would have grown up with. But, if you can deny Willie Nelson then maybe there’s no hope for you.

Now lets get our boots on and two step.

Did someone say darts?

“So, we throwing darts tonight?” she questioned in passing.

It was Wednesday, and if this Wednesday was anything like every other Wednesday for the past five and a half months, they were probably going to go throw darts.

“I’m always up for a game of darts, but I have plans at 8.”

“That’s plenty of time.”

As the workday slowly chugged to a close they meandered their way down the four and a half icy blocks it took to get from point A to the two slightly shabby, but always welcoming dart boards at their pub. They stepped inside and made their way up the 15 dimly lit steps it took to get from the street to the oak and green wall panels they knew so well. It was the kind of place that they were proud to call theirs. It lacked pretence. It lacked good lighting. And it lacked a reliable supply of beer and menu options. But it was that dingy simplicity that gave it its charm.

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A foray into hot new hip hop

It’s funny how we build a conception of our identities around the music we listen to.

Oh, you listen to this?

You don’t know about them?

You’re a metal head?

I hate country. (That’s a lie, I love country).

I, personally, would have never said I was someone who liked hip hop. Ever.

But looking back, I have definitely listened to hip hop, and I have definitely loved it. Back in 2009 I listened to Kid Cudi’s album Man on the Moon: The End of Day relentlessly for months and let’s be honest, I’ve loved Kanye’s hits, and who can deny Missy Elliot?

So then, I can’t say I don’t like hip hop. And if I don’t dislike it, maybe I should spend some more time with it. Because maybe it has a lot to offer me, even if I’m not struggling with an obscene amount of hookers and blow. I have to admit the beats make me want to move, and the lyrics are (often but not always) affecting.

If you haven’t given it a chance, maybe you should.

Currently I’ve been listening to Drake’s new album If You’re Reading This It’s Already Too Late on repeat since I downloaded it Friday afternoon. I never understood the Drake hype, but that was because I never actually listened to Drake. I’ve since mended my ways.

If you’re not cool with expletives, I suggest you stay far, far away.