i... don't know much of a damn thing about the world i live in. ask me about politics and i turn red, and talk about politics in my presence and stand in awe of how silent i can be. and not just politics, but many things, many things that require an iota of common sense, and i can find myself at a loss for information. how did this happen. i want ( Read more... )

i think i want to walk down the aisle to "Honky-Tonk Woman".
for no reason other than it's just really great to walk to. i could swagger my little virgin self right along to "she blew my nose, and then she blew my mind".
all thoughts on this idea end here.

i feel like packing my bags. packing up in boxes, even, and leaving. being on my way ( Read more... )

getting more and more disappointed that we missed the new years party. what's turning out to look like THE new years party. our car got pulled off the road half way out of surrey for having broken tail lights. we saw it coming. caught the first cab back to langley. got there at 30 minutes to midnight. still had a bottle of wine. still had my man. ( Read more... )

yesterday at work i had the pleasure of ringing through a number of white cotton bath towels to brent butt and his wife. if you've read my journal in the past you'd know about my tiny yet very real fanship (?) of corner gas. nonetheless i was very calm and confident and even asked if they had our newest catalogue. i refrained from mentioning "i ( Read more... )

1) look outside the window at restoration hardware to see an old old man with a cane staring intently at, and trying to read, a sign that's posted on our window. he's very interested in what it says, and i laugh, because i know that it's the "Now Hiring" sign. "Energy? Passion? Style? Come join the team ( Read more... )

so i was just about to say something about how i wish i was a better writer. about how i wish i had more to write about. more seemingly VALID pain, more interesting pain. i know people that say that good experiences don't make for good art or good music (or good poetry). that it comes from the crap. that's where the glory grows. i remember my ( Read more... )

i tossed all meaning into a drawer
and i don't look at it much anymore.
one day i'll open that envelope
and realize i never really knew what you were for.

ooooooh. sno .

i am a spoiled rotten human being ( Read more... )