I worked today, down in the dank pits of the future underground parkade of the silver bay mondo condo's. I did not feel nearly so bad about working for the development of this monstrosity as I thought I would. It's gonna go ahead now whether I help out or not so I went for it. And I made a hundred dollars. Really, I was paid 12 dollars an hour to ( Read more... )

I wrapped my fingers around the bass again this afternoon. what a beautiful creature. I am getting ready to jam hardcore soon. I've been wanting to for a while but there was no opportunity really. But upon hearing the other day about the Vulgar Uglies predicament (in which the new guitarist and drummer are wanting to play metal instead of ( Read more... )

Emma's dress is finished. Jesara's hair looked beautiful at the graduation ceremonies and made everything seem more worth it. Melvin is asleep in my hood, his little heart beating so fast. Steve left the farm and is roaming up to the Yukon, vicariously I feel the great and oppressive weight lifted off his shoulders. Funny how a sunny day makes ( Read more... )

so. I finished the sleeves and over-skirt hems on emma's dress. And I put another row of lace on mine. They are both adorable. And I threw the ball for finegan a bunch of times while eating my breakfast of coffee and beef jerkey. yup. that's pretty much been my whole morning. Oh except for when the flooring guy came and wouldn't lay the marmoleum ( Read more... )

sevodnya ya idu doma. ya doma tyeper. eto horosho. moi dyadya Gary ne zdiece. ohn "dead" eto... eto... ya ne znayu. moi otets idit na "edmonton" za "the funeral" Vrach ne horoshui. ya ne horoshaya. no eto "okay". Ie dyevushka idit zdiece sevodhya "from" Franstusky. ohna imya elsa, ya nadezhda ohna "has fun with us." Ya slushayu ha "the Dresden ( Read more... )

I'm back from the farm for a short while. As short as I can make it. A week. Barely more. I feel the same way I did last week when I came home for the weekend. It's this weird almost angry feeling, like I'm a small animal that's been picked up and moved to another spot without any consideration in regards to it's feelings. Allthough I came back of ( Read more... )

I kicked my friend in the face. It wasn't unwarrented, but I still feel like an asshole. Because I'm not sorry. It was a mistake I guess, he didn't know me well enough to know that he could not say the things he was saying to me without a kick to the face. And I didn't know him well enough to have enough general respect for him to put up with his ( Read more... )

yeah so I've been doing indian ink drawings while sitting on the couch all day. And I knew that sooner or later the ink was going to be all over the place. I couldn't predict when, but I knew it would happen. It did. But thank god it didn't spill on my drawing. I mean, a fouton cover is one thing, but my days work? Is that selfish? My mom says I ( Read more... )

I held the tea pot close to my belly. It was warm. The sun shone with the slightly aged photograph white-yellow light of family barbeques and sandlot pick-up baseball games. Like how memories of things you loved always come out looking, but like things hardly every really are. I was coming down the street beside the curb where sand from the roads ( Read more... )

You make me want to use big words; juxtapose allusions to revolutionaries in my schoolwork and livejournal to impress you. I wish you existed. We would be friends.