I've been in love with Tokyo Police Club for well over a decade now, but Forcefield is still one of my absolute favourite records they've ever made. The Spring 2014 release of this collection of joyful noises was timed perfectly with my first trip to the UK, my acceptance to my chosen University program, my escape from a toxic relationship and subsequently re-uniting with my high school sweetheart (now husband), and just overall upswing of my life pendulum. So, I guess what I'm saying is, this album and it's completely coincidental release date now has such strong ties to an amazing year in my life that it could never do wrong and now basically never be topped by anything else. Sorry, other music. You just can't.
No, I don't only shower once per week, I don't need the help of poor hygiene to drive people away. My winning "no-filter" personality and resting bitch face do that for me.
This Northern boy with his great lake eyes, his tundra skin, his prairie wheat hair, his laugh like the atlantic waves, and his rosy west coast sunset cheeks. Born in a thundering Alberta storm on the 23rd of July. This boy is happy, healthy, and the absolute light of our lives. He loves the snow, he sleeps through the howling winter wind, and he's never once fussed when we stuff him into his snowsuit. This Northern boy.
Dusk had a smell where I grew up.
Something about stepping through that sliding door and into that rush of plastic-y, dense, drug store air seemed to flip a switch in my brain. I was no longer there to tag along while my mother ran errands. I wasn't there to browse the aisles, to beg for a shiny new toy, to play games. I was there to make off richer. No longer would children like myself have to leave their wealth to adults; I would acquire my own wealth and I wouldn't have to wait until I was an adult to do it. No one was going to tell me when I could eat candy; I would get my own candy, and I wasn't asking.
If you listen to many podcasts, have facebook, or are at all present on any social media platforms, you've probably seen or heard something about the Noom app. I for one have had Noom shoved into my ears for well over a year now, and I guess the FBI agent listening to me through my phone has heard enough of my weight complaints and orders at donut shops, because my social media ads are full of Noom. Noom claims to be an "anti-diet", driven by cognitive behavioural therapy, loved by millennials, and the last weight loss tool you will ever need. Well, as a 25 year old female who has not only long struggled with my weight and disordered eating, but who has also tried just about every fad diet and weight loss tool advertised in recent years (that I could afford....or afford to try once and then say HELL NO when I saw how much it costs), I figured it was time to finally use the last tool I'd ever need, too!