by PJ Grace | Aug 14, 2014 | Features, Stories
Truth is, I like Garnet better when he’s messed up on the sweet stuff, so I hold back on the second swig of NyQuil. No, we’re not sick—you’d have to be an old-timer to catch cold in this heat. The carport is sweltering. We’re shirtless, barefoot, alone. Blackberry...
by PJ Grace | Apr 4, 2013 | Humour
I was a cat in a past life. All the signs are there: I nap on my back with my wrists limp as I dream of chasing birds. I like to sit at my living room window and swat the Venetian blind cords. I’m picky as hell with food (except for fish), friends, friends of friends,...
by PJ Grace | Feb 28, 2013 | Humour
Everyone does it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It usually hits you when you least expect it: you’re sitting in a 300-person lecture hall or stuck in traffic on the Malahat, and that burrito you ate for lunch finally comes back in a mutated form to haunt you. The...
by PJ Grace | Jan 17, 2013 | Humour
Sunday night, 3 a.m. Midterm in the morning. My mind is full of useless textbook terms and definitions that will no doubt dissipate tomorrow during my jaunty post-exam stroll to the bus loop. I climb into bed next to my favourite stuffed animal and mull over the...
by PJ Grace | Dec 13, 2012 | Humour
You’re sitting at a round wooden table in a Starbucks because you couldn’t think of a more original setting for the first date. He’s 10 minutes late. The old couple beside you keeps kissing over peppermint lattes, the joyous barista is wearing reindeer antlers and...