a cautionary tale

here are two excellent examples of why not to get drunk and send e-mails. first, to the man i met at the bar only hours prior (names have been changed to protect the innocent):

You can't even see me? You want to me do me.
L.

that's it, that's all it said. what does that even mean? why is "you can't even see me" a question? apparently i am very unpoetic for an english major...
and second, to an ex-lover:

Ohhhhh Michael...
We can meet whenever you may like..
I like you quite a bit,
L.

let's hope his girlfriend doesn't check his e-mail; could i sound more suggestive? my god, my cheeks were crimson this morning as i re-read these. never again, never again. i am no good at drinking and communicating, evidently. never again.

friend...or foe?

Recently I was enjoying a picnic with some friends on a sunny day when this terrifying creature (pictured at left) crossed our paths. I think he must be a groundhog, but the company I was keeping argued otherwise. They refer to him as a "magic beaver" who will grant your wish if you chase him away. I think they were just high. But who is this fascinating little beast? Where did he come from? Why would he attempt to join our picnic and then refuse the feast that we offered him? In the immortal words of mon ami: "I am going to give that hole-hog a piece of my cookie." Truer words were never spoken...

about bloody time

I am the queen of spare-time, yet I neglect my blog! WTF? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I get no alone time with the computer anymore...Tragic, but true. So many facets of this glorious internet are now being neglected, not just this modest spot.
My life is teetering on the edge of complete disaster, but I try to remain positive. Or not really, I am sort of numb at this point anyways. I am neither here nor there. I live with my boyfriend's parents, while said boyfriend flans around London. And while these parents are wonderful, they are also kind of crazy. Plus, they go to bed at like 9.30, so when I get home from work all I can do is lie down quietly in my room...
I don't even know if following along to London is the right thing for me anymore, but I will probably end up there anyways, simply by default. Ahhhhh default.
And to make matters worse, one of my best-friends is leaving on Friday morning. Leaving me!!! Seriously. I know. She is going far away and I am staying here (and we really are the funnest people you could ever hope to meet) and it is unbelievable.
Not supposed to be like this. This is barely even my life, or I am not really living it.
Bah. Apathy.

Welcome to Garbagetown, USA

These photos are from an installation entitled "Garbagetown, USA" the residents advocate peace

Date: 15/09/05, the wee hours of. Location: Montreal's seedy Mile End district

first and foremost...

According to one of my oldest friends, I am now eight-hundred times lazier than she. I am not quite sure how it came to this, but I have now been on vacation for 47 days and counting... It wasn't really supposed to be like this, summer was not supposed to end like this, but I suppose I can't really complain. Vacation rules! Being lazy rules! Boo work! Eff you, man.