Saturday, November 7, 2009
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Ms. Behaviour, M.A.Sc. (and it is an applied science, believe me)
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Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
-Henry David Thoreau-
4 comments:
Oh, sorry. I was lost for a day on my bicycle in the industrial flats of Cleveland. It's taken a while for my body to rid itself of the toxins. Who needs Vancouver when you have scenery like that?
So you're having a party in your mouth with a Belgian-Moroccan chocolate boy, or something? Swell. I can't argue with love. When does the westward migration begin? I hope you're not taking with you douchebag or any of those guys who vomit on themselves.
He's neither Belgian nor Moroccan. He's Canadian-born Polish. He just likes food and traveling as much as I do.
However, I don't think there is going to be a move out West. I got called for an interview and it's going to take weeks, if not months, for the provincial government to make a hiring decision. At which point, they will probably realize that I'm underqualified and I will have missed my opportunity at a promotion, massive raise and extra week of vacation. However, this is the only job to which I have applied since post-degree and, if I don't go to the interview, I will always wonder "what if".
So... when are you coming to visit?
I really do need to get to the passport agency.
Please do. Bring the dog with you.
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