October 2010
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February 2010
1 post
July 2009
1 post
Dreaming
I had this surreal dream last night, it was just last week that KatSanto and I were driving around in search of hidden beaches when we discussed how we never have wet dreams anymore. Well I suppose with my poontang and all it’s not exactly a wet dream, or maybe it is more so than if I were a man… If I think about this too much my head might explode. What I mean to say is my mind went...
June 2009
4 posts
MOMS
I think I am really lucky MOTHER wise —- I have played witness to many friends in their bitch vs. bitch relationship with the matriarch of the household and it always left me with this uneasy feeling. One afternoon, when my parents had left me behind to stay at a friend’s while they enjoyed a Mexico getaway, I sat awkwardly at the kitchen table while my friend and her mother went back and...
808's and heartshakes
I don’t know if I refuse to learn from my mistakes or if I’m just incapable. I feel as though I am addicted to some hardcore drug that is sure to leave me on the streets with nothing but a shopping cart full of perverse old memories and collected cans. Like all addictions you should have that strong voice of reason in the back of your mind that talks you out of your inevitable moments of weakness...
May 2009
21 posts
Best Weekend!
Friday Night: A wonderful dinner accompanied by the one and only Elise Bradwell. A pitcher of Sangria was shared as she enjoyed a chicken souvlaki platter and I enjoyed my roast lamb dish. We discussed the future baby shower we have been planning and caught up on the weeks past events. After dinner we quickly distributed the grey goose into water bottles of cranberry cocktail and took the sea bus...
allfizzledout:
This is something that I wrote a while ago. The band that I sang it in broke up without ever recording it, and I’m sad that never got to happen.
It’s so fucking cold, and the last thing I remember is the condensation on the mirror and the face staring back at me. I remember the last time I was here, a young, scared, fragile boy, thinking he know far beyond his years and I can’t...
the Top 10 Most Disturbing Books →
as decided by POP CRUNCH. I think I am going to make it a goal to pummel through all ten, as I love a good disturbing read. I can’t believe I have yet to read ‘NAKED LUNCH’…
Fascinating Fashion: jewelry line presented with... →
Most Def.
I was just sitting here on my bed, in my tattered pajam pants. It’s 7:43 pm and I have no where in particular to be, and nothing in particular to do. Nothing beats that sometimes. I am sure there are a lot of things I could be doing way more important than hanging out here in my apartment, or things I could be accomplishing —- that weighs on my mind a lot of the time.
But, I am...
John Lennon's Bloody Garments
A New York exhibit centered around the life of John Lennon will feature a paper bag filled with the late singer’s bloody clothes from the day of his death.
The exhibit also includes handwritten lyrics, guitars, the piano from his apartment, a pair of “his trademark wire-rimmed glasses,” and letters recounting his battle against deportation in the 70s.
Widow Yoko Ono, who said...
A Glance at the Galiano Experience
My eyes were leaning up against the time barely changing on the bottom right hand corner of my monitor. The whole day seemed to be dragging its feet behind my eager sentiments for 4:00 pm. At four I was going to the ferry to catch the 6:30 boat to Galiano with a mysterious concoction of people, most of whom I had yet to meet. My heart was pounding with its regular socially anxious zeal, and...
Dead Air
**this is pretty old, but I thought I would publish it here anyway. i think about him but not just him, i think about all of them. for some reason i cling to all those sentimental attatchments, with this overhwelming fear of letting go. i feel like it is constructive to reminiss and think about what was good, and desolve all the bad into nothing. downplay it. so i fumble with reflections, and...
PEACHES
Peaches in going to be playing a show in Vancouver on May 31st, 2009. That’s a mere 3ish weeks away. I was really sad to have missed out on her last Vancouver appearance and this time I don’t think I would forgive myself if I didn’t bight my lip and spend the $35. Peaches is probably my favourite female artist, at the very least top three… but the more I think about it the...
“definitely this is the wrong place to be
there’s blood on the futon...”
– Beck - C Y A N I D E B R E A T H M I N T
A fetish I could "warm up" to? →
Meet WOOLIES. It is exactly what it sounds like. People who want to be wrapped and enveloped entirely with warm, fuzzy-wuzzy, itchy wool. Body suits, and wool genitals are included. Click the link to see these knit crazy sex fiends getting their WOOL ON. simply amazing.
April 2009
27 posts
the best BEST MAN ever →
from the DAILY MAIL in the UK
WHERE I AM STAYING THIS WEEKEND! →
My gorgeous friend Aliya of SEX MACHINE fame has invited me to join her this weekend at her family’s cabin on Galiano Island. I am super stoked because this cabin is STACKED. I am going to feel hella glam hanging out in this SPECTACLE of a getaway mansion. It is going to be BOSS. I can’t wait! I can’t WAIT!
Friday Night Lights
I just went to CHILL WINSTON in GasTown for a deep glass of red wine with JJ and we had all the chats. However, quite suddenly JJ (who admittedly is a cheap drunk) was tipsy on his ONE glass of Francis Coppola White Winery(?)! It was just the most. I had an over done version of poutine but they doused it in pulled pork.. which was slightly uncalled for. Our waiter was really on the dashing side...
Work it.
Currently @ Work. Currently listening to 54-40 on the designated non offensive work radio station.Gossip between an accountant and a head chef. Subtle typing of other accountants.
I could tear my hair out, but I won’t. I could toss a beluga into my coffee and scald it, but I won’t. I could take off all my clothes and have a mental break down, but I am trying to save that for my...
the Big Boss
As much as I should not be using my phone at work for personal calls, I can’t help but feel my ears burning red while my “big boss” stands tapping her foot in my blind-spot desperate for me to notice. She doesn’t know whether it is a client on the phone, a vendor, an overseas entrepreneur looking to expand his business, but she begins to tap the long fake nail of her index finger impatiently on my...
Nine Months of French Bastards
King Philip Augustus of France was married to his second wife, Ingeborg of Denmark, in 1193. Sadly, Augustus found Ingeborg to be absolutely revolting and filed for a divorce on the grounds that the marriage was not yet consummated. His wife, however, argued that they had consummated the marriage. As a result, Pope Celestine III refused to grant the king a divorce. Philip was not easily defeated....
the second EX BOYFRIEND: a tangent
When I was nineteen I had my heart crushed under the wheels of an 18 wheeler. I was an emotionally deranged bag of crazy when several years’ affection and love was ripped out from under my feet, and the daunting idea of being on my own was too much to bear. I couldn’t stand to sit by myself and deal with the fact I had no individual identity and conquer that issue right then and there, instead I...
do ya like my ponytail? [i do i do]
saraofportland:
my sideways ponytail
[it’s true, it’s true]
BEST SONG EVER.
Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head
11 Extinct Animals that have been Photographed... →
What if Kurt Cobain Didn't Die? →
bagcoffee:rockuboff:teamsassypants:
A Hypothetical Timeline by Chuck Klosterman
“I support this intellectual masturbation” -bagcoffee I started reading this & started to feel a lot of mixed emotions. It’s hard reading through all these hypothetical assumptions of what would have happened if Kurt Cobain didn’t die, albeit it is interesting to think about and the...
