So for his most-hated pick for his “Toronto’s Worst Buildings” list, the Toronto Star’s Christopher Hume chose the soon-to-be-completed Trump Tower, the be-lidded one’s contribution to our skyline and, apparently, the upcoming record holder for the tallest eyesore, erm, building in Toronto.

According to The Don’s typical hyperbolic pronouncements, the staggeringly priced units (starting at just under $1 mill. and going as high as $20 mill.), are “superior” by virtue of the fixtures (your choice of faucets makes you a better person), and by the sheer height from which you can look / spit down on the common rabble from on high.

There are only so many ways to say “walking around aimlessly on a sunny weekend”…

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I was shot in the back yet again!! I say shot instead of stabbed because I am being literal here. At this point in time, on a daily basis, I get stabbed/shot all over my body and boy does it hurt!!

I recommend getting shot whenever you have to because it just might be GOOD for you!!

Wondering why? Well, I, like far too many others, have RRMS (relapsing-remtting multiple sclerosis), and as of now, the only approved medications (pharma) are all solely taken by means of injections. = (

‘Owwww!!’ is usually what I say followed by silence for a minute or two, but all of the Liquid Oragel in the world can’t take away all of the pain, just most of it.

That said, I stil highly recommend freezing/numbing the location, I mean, why use it every damn day otherwise…(  “Oooh, I think I lost sensation…”)

N.B.: I don’t suggest using it elsewhere…(Our nosy cat can confirm this by the screams after his nose touched the wet swab, again.)

The final steps after swabbing the liquid onto your location of choice (preferably a fatty one) is to decontaminate it with alcohol or something of that nature and to prepare a regular bandage as well. An ICE PACK  is also something that comes in handy to literally freeze out the pain and swelling.

Anyhoo, I just had to share with SOMEONE my tale of daily physical, kinda painful for a short time, getting NEEDLES STUCK INTO MY BODY and tell you I lived to tell the tale, after a few tears and a kiss. : ) Nerves of wobbly steel, baby… ;)

My awesome guy injects me each time mostly because I can’t bear to screw it up yet again!!I have done it many times and all of them with limited success, mainly because I am a bit of a chicken. (Does self-admitted take away the sting of saying the words out loud?)

So…that is how we spend most of our mornings. Soooo seedy, hey?? BUT when someone loves you enough to force you to take your meds and/or give them to you, THAT is someone who loves you.

If you have to do something similar I recommend being put in a great mood by your partner or nurse/doctor to relax your body because it makes it hurt much less. OR You can have a drink, but just 1 — it’s safer that way.

Shock and awe, I am a girl who loves a boy who loves to shoot me full of drugs., for all of the right reasons.

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There are many more out there as well as wicked nutrition websites but I don’t wanna lead anyone down the wrong path for them.

message me if you’d like to! : )

Stay healthy!!

<3  SarahD <3

I loves me these sugar ships. I know they sneak into my pics a lot but they’re all a little different in their own ways, so as long as I can keep finding new angles, I’m snappin’!

Some park length-wise, basically blocking the slip. But unlike the port-hitched, big-ass, green scoops below, those asshole out-of-city parker ships (am I right?!) use a conveyor to push their raw sugar into the RedPath holding area.

Walked by the other side of that structure once and it’s basically a giant customs warehouse. This here’s international biznatch!

The other thing I whittle my idle hours down with is watching changes in the ship’s pitch. Notice in the pic above how the boat is leaning back in the water (the nose is toward the road). If I was going to pull a sugar heist (a cool Clooney-esque one, of course), I’d be hitting the back of that mutha.

And there’s also something nice about the change in names. Previously berthed ships had all these northern names like “Polaris”, or “Tundra”, or “Frozen Asscheeks”. Now the warm breezes are blowing off the lake over monickers like “Mandarin”. I’m hoping we can avoid “Inferno” this year but Environment Canada, in their usual wishy-washy ways, kinda, sorta, maybe, fifty-fifty, so-so, and otherwise maybe predict that this’ll be a somewhat hot summer. Possibly. Perhaps.

Hotter than last year?! Shit. Well guess where I’m gonna be taking more photos this summer!

No, seriously…guess.

Or maybe, my cup runneth over at the mouth? I had all these things to say about transparency, distortion, optics, and all that kinda stuff, but I think the photo implies much better than I ever could.

Okay, to be fair, I had a hankering for packaged pancakes and fake maple syrup on Sunday, so in that respect I found the New York Cafe Restaurant Bar & Eatery satisfying. Aside from the fact that Sarah has nice memories of the place, however, I can’t dredge up enough reasons for coming back. The prices were reasonable, but I would attribute that more to Aunt Jemima’s influence than to smart cooking. The staff were friendly enough, and the decor cheerful, but if you ask me those things should be secondary to the food. Maybe it’s because the Cafe is trying to be everything at once which, as is aptly demonstrated, usually results in not being good at anything in particular, but for a Danforth staple you’d think they’d have gotten over that problem by now.

New York, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Be cool, baby!

(by dipping your jibblies in ice water, for example; frigidity is bound to follow)

On Sunday I reticently took myself to a new walk-in clinic (new to me, at least) and I was taken aback by something: people are really not the same and they can be really great!
Fancy that!!
It’s been a tough month or two (if u read my blog) and my experience at the clinic that day changed my perception of doctors and admin period.

So nice, so helpful, so…awesome.

I knew my boyfriend was someone extra-special from our first conversation (i asked him for the time and now months later we are stupid stupid happy and together =D) and he takes such great care of me that I thought no one could ever compare. Then i walked into The Albany Clinic and found out different, lol.

They rock and I love ’em so back off, j/k, but if you are in need of a new doc this is the place to go. I went to the walk-in but they all do rounds in the facility at large so come on down! : D

with lots of love and anti-inflammatory meds,

your gal Sarah…

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Sarah and me had a tasty sampler meal courtesy of the brand-spanking-new St.Louis location at 528 Yonge Street. Thing is, I’m not keen on pushing a new joint just ‘cuz they stuffed me ‘n my gal’s gobs but, in all honesty, if they can keep up the quality of the food we scarfed down last week, I’ll happily recommend the place.

The two headliners, wings and ribs, did well with me; the rack was tender and ensconced in a thick, smoky, ribby sauce (thumbs up), and the wings were crispy and properly spicy (thumbs up again). They weren’t breaded or really very saucy, two things that would bother me on wings of lesser quality, but it worked out well with these ones.

I would’ve liked to have washed our din-dins down with a pint of Rickard’s White but they weren’t quite stocked up ahead of the official opening today. They’re also working on the patio to get it down to legal dimensions, I’m told, so in the meantime the best you can do is sit in the big window facing Yonge. I could think of worse things.

Because we have over spent in the past…:

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