put the money in the slot

as per usual i am faced with impending tattoo time i booked MONTHS ago ("i'll CERTAINLY have money by then!") and have pas d'argent. i'm on a tiiiiight budget of sixty pathetic dollars a week and the hell hounds at mastercard are a knockin'. i know what you're thinking, "do you think it's wise to be spending what little money you have on something as needless as ANOTHER tattoo? think of how you'll look on your wedding day with all of those tattoos! what man will have you now???" well, maybe it's just my dad who thinks that. i know i'm an idiot for getting expensive tattoos when i can't afford ANYTHING, but it has to be done.

my life right now doesn't feel like my own. i'm just kind of holding the my own place in line until i get back from wherever the hell i ran to when shit got rough again. i need to do things that make me feel like me, and getting work done on my tattoo is important to the me i didn't hate so much. i'm hoping that maybe two hours under the needle will coax myself out of hiding, even for a little while.

in the meantime i have three weeks to scrape together enough money for the hookah smoking caterpillar.

if anyone needs me i'll be downstairs with bristol board and a sharpie...

grumpty dumpty

one of the best expressions i've ever heard is "i'm having a two dwarf morning." the dwarves in question are sleepy and grumpy. mostly i'm having a two dwarf existence. it would be more dwarves if there were any named "angry" and "depressed-y".

so far being 29 has been the same leg-in-a-bear-trap-slowly-bleeding-to-death fiasco as 28 was, only more hideous.


it's exhausting feeling like a corpse all the time. i need to be electro-shocked back to life. i also really want some ruffles. momca has no ruffles.

in other news, i've decided to stop wearing control top tights in an effort to restore joy via non-restricted breathing. fingers crossed.

turquoise ridiculous

bonne fete c-dub! i hope your birthday is turquoise riddled and vodka infused (with a helping of zestys on the side)!


lots of love from pauvre and dr. poalie

happy birthday to me!

your beloved pauvre is twenty nine today! that of course means:


this time last year i was happy and optimistic, living in my bachelorette pad with a nice little 9 to 5 at handy andy's office. twenty eight was going to be the best year ever! i don't need to tell you how that turned out.

so today i've decided to remain bitterly discouraged as to not be disappointed when this year turns out to be worse than the last. who knows what fresh new hell this year will bring - maybe i'll finally get leprosy!

thank you to those of you who have already sent me birthday wishes! the rest of you best be leaving a comment.

love, old lady pauvre

p.s don't forget to hug a veteran!

friends good.

the best part about my time in toronto was seeing all of my beloved friends and forgetting all about stupid work, stupid living with momca, and stupid riding my bike home in the rain. i'm so lucky to have so many amazing friends who put up with violent mood swings, constant complaining, and stinky feet (sorry nid).

nid let me live on her couch for four whole days. thanks for letting me read all of your women's health magazines - i learned so many useful fitness tips! p.s i don't know who could have eaten all your chocolate...


me and kara beara took a trip down mexico way and gorged on guacamole and apple beer at rancho relaxo. if it's deep fried and smothered in melted cheese, me and kara will be there.


i met mandykins at cora for breakfast items. i love two things - amanda and eggs benedict.


meeting up with miles meant a trip to sushi island. pretty much all i did while i was away was kill time between meals.


rounding out my week of international cuisine, carolyn and i ravaged the buffet at indian hut. the gulab jumuns were off the hook.


hutz and i had an innocent date at tea shop168 that almost resulted in squid balls. "do you think they're just round spring rolls that smell like fish?" probably not.


i had so much fun with everyone and i can't stress just how much i love and treasure my friends. i'd be dead without you. thank you to all of you who put up with me, read so pauvre, and send me birthday cards on november 11th... *subtle reminder*

love so pauvre

bring on the bacon

last week i met up with everyone's favourite embodiment of adorable - seana and daniel - for an unexpected bacon fest at dangerous dan's. if you're unfamiliar with "the double d" it's the home of burgers called the colossal colon clogger, the coronary burger, and the big kevorkian. you get the idea. (drea, you'd LOVE it!)


we stopped to pick up my favourite twins - isaac and josh - on the way. josh knew what he was in for and made sure to wear his sweat pants. if only the rest of us had thought that far ahead.


isaac assesses "the big pig" burger. so much bacon...


the brilliant thing about dangerous dan's is that they put bacon on everything - including the veggie burgers. "you know it's not veggie bacon?" yes, i'm aware.


after burgers, fries, onion rings, pierogies, AND milkshakes none of us could breathe, but all we talked about for the rest of the night was how bad we wanted more.


au revoir dangerous dan's! you clogged our arteries, but as long as our hearts are beating they will belong to you!

memories of greek town

i spent friday night with my favourite greek otter, but i also spent some quality time in good ol' greek town with larzipan and shelley during my week of toronto adventures.

for a long time i spent almost every day working and eating on the danforth. it ruined me for life because living on spanakopita for four years and then being without it for WAY too long is likened to coming off heroine. i wasted no time in securing myself several pies from the mecca of all things filo based, athens bakery.

get in my belly.


larzipan and i spent the day at pulp, her cute little card shop, modeling festive hats for passers by. she also treated me to a fantastic manicure and pedicure that felt so good on my crippled hooves. merci larzipan!


larzipan also modeled her burgeoning baby belly! her peach sized baby (as per punch's post) will be tentatively called jordan knight for the sake of convenience. it's not a girl or a boy yet, but one thing is for sure and that's jordan knight. fun fact: larzipan and punchanella's eggos are the same amount preggo! punch still has four other new kids to name her baby after - which one will she choose???


shelley and i had a delicious date at starbucks - pumpkin spice lattes and ginger molasses cookies oh my! i was also treated to copious amounts of candy corn and a generously loaded starbucks card to keep my addiction fueled for the rest of the week. thank you shelley!

i got SO spoiled on the danforth and loved every minute of it.


by the end of the day my craving for feta had been satisfied and it was so lovely to spend the day with larzipan and shelley again. i miss you (and cheese pie) already!