Too much food...

If you're anything like me, you eat a lot. Your ability to prohibit the creation of leftovers and scarf down the remains of others' meals at a fancy restaurant quickly become the brunt of jokes. Family members who love to see their food be eaten jump at the opportunity to feed you, while those with an economical food budget cringe of the thought of hosting you for dinner.

And if you're as lucky as I am, your metabolism has yet to shut down and massive meals seem to do little damage to your waistline.

This is never a problem, except in two situations.

The legacy of exes...

A familiar nervousness ran through me as the vehicle of an ex-girlfriend drove past me this morning. As happy as I was to see the car speed away quickly, another part of me was tugging at the possibility of her stopping. Our relationship since the breakup had been spotty but civil. When Christmas or a birthday rolled around, a series of emails would be sent back and forth, largely to see what the other one was up to. In these messages it is difficult to decipher what is written out of genuine interest and what is written for the sake of an obligatory politeness. Regardless, it was some contact. A piece of me had wanted to maintain contact since the breakup.

Daytime TV that might actually matter...

My summer job provides me the liberty of working from home when I need to and from time to time I find myself watching daytime TV. Daytime TV is not quite filled with the top notch programming money can buy. I can't stand Oprah, Dr. Phil, the ridiculous soap operas and any of the reality courtroom shows. Even Maury, which once entertained my sister and in the mornings when we stayed home from school with wacky makeovers and fun feel-good stories, has now dedicated 99% of his efforts to determining who will be paying child support or who is and isn't cheating.

Ugh, room mates...

I've been living on my own for several years now and with room mates that entire time. Some have been good, others not so much. I've probably been somewhere in the middle as a room mate; never the best and most cleanly, but certainly never the worst. I've lived with people that would leave the element on overnight, on more than one occasion. Right now I'm subletting from my sister in a large house. The only other person living there is my sister's friend, whose boyfriend is apparently also a permanent occupant, despite not paying rent and having a place of his own several streets down. In my years of living on my own, I've never received such a brash, inappropriate and inaccurately condescending scathing of my behaviour as a room mate as I did this evening -- from the non-resident boyfriend, no less.

Good luck getting any ticket to a Miami game...

Well, after an exhausting hour long announcement from Lebron James, it looks as though Miami Heat games will be the hottest ticket in town. But after seeing video of Cleveland Cavaliers James jerseys being burned in the streets of Ohio, I would suggest King James triple his motorcade and get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible. And after months of speculation leading to the three most coveted free agents in one year for decades signing with the same team, only one request remains: win a championship next year, and at least three in the next four years.