It was never my intention to break anything. But as with most good intentions, I fell short, fell hard, fell dramatically, and fell with the flair of a 1950s diva, sans cigarette filter. The day was sunny, and the snow was perfect. I am a cautious skier because of a previous accident that had......
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Write something funny, he says. Just be funny, he commands. Do you know what is funny? Paying $649 for a course on how to write humour and being told just to do it. I made my course outline and plan to charge less. As a bonus, it will include field trips and delicious treats.......
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I know I owe you an explanation for my absence… it’s coming. For now, I present a comedic interlude. You graced the stage with a round of applause reserved for the goddess of pop. You are not the goddess of pop. Maybe at one time, Alicia, you were all that, but now you are......
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The paint colour is a peach and pink combined; some might call it salmon, I call it depressing. Seven of us sit in silence. Adorning the walls in frames are posters of tranquil Italian scenes. There is one of an azure coloured motorized scooter and one in front of a cafe that looks inviting......
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I recently read a book called Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, by Matthew Dicks and I started thinking about why I don’t have an imaginary friend. I can’t recall ever having one. Do I not have enough imagination that I can’t even have a friend that I made up? It is not like I......
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