5.23.2004

mamas dont let your babies grow up to be cowgirls
in a nutshell... killer bunnies and rabid ponies have stomped through my kitchen and turned it into my living room where transvestites and wannabe superheros drink starbuck's and suck on each other's toes. i sit in the corner with my big summer hat and laugh maniacally at the debauchery. i am working two jobs now. need more black in my wardrobe. have little to no hair on my head. have yet to do anything creative. must find a new needle for my sewing machine. will try to post more once my computer learns how to behave properly.

5.09.2004

timeless people
i wish i had something wonderful to write about... but i dont. i am tired. and sore. but happy. and feeling insecure. and missing him. and asking stupid questions again. its nice.

5.05.2004

sweet home
so i miss montreal. i miss the people there. i miss the city. its feel. its pulse. no... pulse is the wrong word. its more of a... lust... its sensual. and slow. doesn't hit you hard like a pulse. it creeps into you. one day you're fine... and then... a few weeks later... sometimes it might even take a few months... you realize the way it has invaded you. slowly. surely. determined. and you breathe montreal. it slips out of your mouth in regular exchanges. it creeps to your fingertips and its in everything you touch. the chemistry. and its hard to explain... to those who have yet to be seduced. to fall victim. to a city. like montreal.