About Camille
I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello.
You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
I have always followed in my older sister’s footsteps. We aren’t really anything alike in personality (she’s organised, I’m a cluttered mess; she’s an exercise person, I’m a sleep-in type; she’s kind-hearted, I’m the crotchety neighbor who hates children), but … Continue reading →
I’m sitting up in bed with my back propped up against the wall by two plush pillows. It’s quiet in my house, except for the dishwasher that’s running a full cycle of dirty dishes–we had shrimp tacos for dinner tonight, … Continue reading →
When one’s husband accuses one of being addicted to one’s laptop, there is nothing to do but eat really cheap pizza. I don’t know what it is about being in a bad mood that makes me crave crappy food, but … Continue reading →
No, I don’t mean anything to do with eggs being fertilised. I’ve already talked a lot about the lies married people feed soon-to-be-married people: That marriage is hard [when it’s actually impossible], the wedding night is magical [depends on who … Continue reading →
Dadgummit. They got the ducks again. Any child of the ’80s will recall that episode of Saved by the Bell–the episode that impacted young minds more powerfully than any other [save perhaps the one wherein Jessie had a drug-induced nervous … Continue reading →
Ford™ is claiming their vehicles are now equal to the quality of Toyota™. Really? I heard them say so in three of their own commercials tonight during intermissions of American Idol™. I’m no marketing executive or anything, but if I … Continue reading →
Dear B, Oh, B! It’s beautiful. It’s the most beautiful beautiful I’ve ever seen. It looks so perfect there on that hand of yours. You’re getting married. I am excited for you, you know. And I’m immensely glad I nagged … Continue reading →