Déjà vu.

A near-two month hiatus from blogging has my cerebral cortex begging me to allow itself to purge the cognitive diarrhea that I have, for nearly two years now, enjoyed sharing with you all.

It is with utmost pleasure that I announce that my room smells like chipotle mayonnaise. That my rectum is soon about to burst. That the end of my to-do-list is very assymptote-ic; I will never reach it. That in the last 4 months I have argued with precisely 4 males about the legitimacy of feminism as a social justice movement and its relevance in our society today. That I recently had the opportunity to perform spoken word poetry to a roomful of incredibly inspiring human beings about how Islam complements my post-colonialist, anti-imperialist, and feminist worldviews (!!!). That if I don't go to the washroom to relieve myself very soon, my chair will be very wet. That "CLIMATE CHANGE IS A REAL THING, GUYS!" and we should seriously be worried. Or reduce our carbon emissions and greenhouse gases. And fast, y'all.

Bee-arr-bee. I'm going to go pee.

In the meantime, here, a sartorial creation:

photo credit: my lovely resident, Elysse. World-renowned photographer she will be, some day, I bet.
who what wear?

1. BROWN HEELED BOOTS WITH GOLD BUCKLE

   , $5, VALUE VILLAGE

2. GOLD METALLIC TIGHTS

   , $10, H&M

3. FLORAL DRESS

   , $3, VALUE VILLAGE

4. VINTAGE YELLOW FUZZY SWEATER

   , F AS IN FRANK

5. FLORAL VEST

   , $3, THRIFTED; SALVATION ARMY

6. PINK SCARF

   , $5, ARDENE'S

7. ZEBRA-PRINT STACHEL

   , $7, H&m                                                                     

Alright, back from lavatory-related duties.

Only appropriate to share my current playlist, I feel:

 And this addictive number: I see the video as a satirical antithesis to the exotification of the Middle East. & taking a bad-arse stance against a certain country in the world that prohibits persons of a certain gender from partaking in a certain activity associated with automobiles. AND ALSO, I WANT, LIKE, ALL M.I.A.'s CLOTHES!!!!

 And how are you all doing, mes cheries? :)

"I fancied you’d return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head)." ~ Sylvia Plath