Eating a banana in a room full of men is so awkward.

It's time to summon seitan. #veganjokes #badones

I wonder if one day I'll combine my desire to be in a metal band with my desire to educate the world about medical history.

follow the yolo brick road

*gets excited to stay up late* *gets tired at usual bedtime thanks to routine work-caused sleep pattern* :'(

If you have a good-looking face, you can get away with the most drunken meth-addict style of a haircut and be called 'avant garde.'

Imagine a posh frat where the real keeners do kettle-stands with Earl Grey, to chants of "sip! Sip! Sip!"

Eating dinner made me tired.

Great article on the new interaction between fans and creatives: http://t.co/rO9eMUjE

Watching baby sea turtles crawl in a blind panic across the sand towards the water, I reflect on graduation.

Like most people who think too much, I'm happiest when I'm a little bit drunk.

My mom comes in to say goodnight. She picks my clothes off the floor, reminds me when to wake up, and puts a blanket on me. I am 25.

I celebrate 'Christmas' as a humanist: a time to get together and appreciate the sociocultural bonds that so characterize our species.

No one bats an eye at my hair in MTL. Here I feel like a convict or a model in turns, depending on the look.

"Identification complete." - In 'sexy female voice of the future', @meehow says, on realizing a zucchini is not a cucumber.

Sometimes it's hard to tell if people are wearing costumes. or just being Montrealers.

I feel that the effect of my eye makeup today (the "feline" look) makes me look one part saucy, two parts judgmental.

Me: "What do you hate the most, of everything?" @davethebrave371, unhesitatingly: "Ayn Rand!"

My yearlong Tweetcloud reads like I'm a stomach constantly aware of the passage of time.

All that matters is electric guitars and effects, people. This is the pinnacle of human existence.