how days change. and people are crazier here...

give me a fucking stable job. i'll give you more than you were expecting.

a new job in the suburbs is ok when i can jump into a pile of junk and scavenge for treasure!
a new roommate who's a crafty sewer like me is a ok wit me.
a new neighbour who is my!gay!husband!
a new dealer just steps away from home

things are still, slowly but surely, moving up.

how horrible is that first letter to denis? i was baked and REALLY irritated by some dumb bitch cunt in her undies on ronnie's couch. why does such trash find their way into my life??? what a waste ( Read more... )

i gave my notice and my ghetto project is over. i love love love strathcona. but i'm covered in bites and i sleep next door to a band-saw. time for something refreshing and alone. allll alone. so awesome it will be to come home to sleep in my bed all by myself and sew in my room and smoke pot in my room and it be alllll mine. shared bathroom is a- ( Read more... )

the end.

this is one of them.

i want to scream into all the hairbrushes that pulled out all my hair and tell them to fuck off greatly!
i'd be happier than if i were made of dollaz.

ready. bounce.

on this day last year i tripped over a $10 000 cello ( Read more... )

UGH! I'M PISSED OFF ( Read more... )

it's true. more than i need to. more than the average person needs to. and i've cut it down to twice a week. i think i'm gonna cut back even once more ( Read more... )

jesus. the week was too chill to write anything interesting since the ladies left for NYC. they came back early this morning and came in for a day of work with christine (other intern) and i. mainly we got ready for the show, all the liddle errands and bits and pieces that would make it a successful trip. too bad they forgot about signage! silly ( Read more... )