i'm getting very exited about the Symbiotic Emergence party in Peterborough on Friday. Ian and i are creating a magickal, sacred altar, complete with pussywillows to usher in the spring. there is a pretty killer line-up, and Neuromantix are doing deco ( Read more... )

mmmmm, i love how i feel after doing laundry :D and how i feel today, in general. pure contentment. for one, Ian and i are getting along really well lately, which that makes me super happy. it sucks when relationships fail, especially since it's usually at least half my own fault. i want to get it right. life, i mean. i'm sick of repeating negative ( Read more... )

holy ( Read more... )

Three men, one Nova Scotian, one Albertian and a Newfie were sitting naked in a sauna. Suddenly there was a beeping sound ( Read more... )

Newfoundland Computer Technology ( Read more... )

I'm at home, missing work again. I was supposed to be at the office for 6am this morning to go to Oshawa and scan all the books in the public library. I called in at 5:30am to say I wouldn't be able to make it because I didn't have any clean black pants to wear. I'll be written up for that, fer sure ( Read more... )

**Please Forward ( Read more... )

Steve and Cait got to my house at 8:30 in the morning on Friday so I could put Cait's hair into dreadlocks. I figured it might take awhile, at least 8 hours. It took thirteen. But it was worth it at the end. It felt like such an accomplishment and Cait was thrilled to finally be a dreadhead. We entertained ourselves by watching zombie movies ( Read more... )

Tim and I have chosen a creative mega-project for the fall: we will build Akasha a great big dollhouse for Christmas. We'll use wood, paint, carpet, tiles, fabric, etc., and it will be glorious. The house will probably be open on both sides with a garden and a little farm. I'll sew curtains and bedspreads. It'll have a fireplace, lots of cute ( Read more... )

i want to leave everything just as it was or better.  and i want to be nice to everybody just so they feel good.  we are all equal.  and we all need to be reminded.

Rise up this morning,
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Sayin', "This is my message to you-u-u."
Singin ( Read more... )