worstest. day. ever.

if walking by the river in the ice fog didn't make me feel better, and if chopping the living crap out of a pile of wood didn't make me feel better, and if happy hour at the pit with Collette didn't make me feel better, and pizza plus the movie Stick It didn't make me feel better,

i just don't think there's much else to do.

i'm am growing decidedly sick of livejournal consistently ignoring my request to have The School of Life added to the roster of options ( Read more... )

Take jen to work day, take jen to work day ( Read more... )

if one one ONE more person reads/pretends to read _One Hundred Years of Solitude_ or Love in the Time of Cholera_, and then blathers about the profoundness of it based exclusively on its region of origin being somehow more mystical and/or spiritual, I'm going to discard both them sumbitches from my stacks. And I shant feel bad ( Read more... )

Been doing a lot of mining out at Louis' claim recently. And by mining I mean drinking/kicking beer cans, taking mushrooms, and occasionally gathering wood and/or swinging around a pick-axe hap-hazardly ( Read more... )

Back from the bright-lights-big-city-flair of Whitehorse, which was predictably shite ( Read more... )

Fucking septembre ( Read more... )

I was just overwhelmed by how much time i'll be spending by myself in this library this winter ( Read more... )

Not this post, not now! Chastity ( Read more... )

Sun showerrrrsssssss ( Read more... )