I took a weekend off and stepped away from the computer... and I didn't look back once. I went out on Friday night, with a twenty dollar bill in hand, and didn't make it home until after 6:30 am. Fun times, all right. I went out with a girl whom I like a lot, but unfortunately, only have about a 2 hour tolerance for. I don't know if this is a bad thing, but really, after about 2 hours, I feel like I've listened enough, and simply cannot work up much more interest. She talks ninety miles...

One morning I woke up, looked beside me, and both quickly and quietly as possible, inched away. I searched the floor, found me a trail of clothing and just started putting on clothes while making my way down the longest hallway ever. By the time I made it to the stairs, I was pulling on my socks and I was at the doorway by the time my shoes were on my feet. I would have had a quick getaway, but in the front foyer I spotted the same shoes my sister had been wearing the evening before, so I ...

Nothing like listening to classic rock, in a dusty old dive... I spent several hours today in my favorite bar, just drinking coffee and listening to classic rock, loud . I sat down at the platform table (where hundreds of drunk people have sprained their ankles falling down the stairs, all the while never dropping their pints) knowing I was going to be there awhile. I didn't do much but people watch, write crappy poetry, and sketch weather-related landscapes. Several people waved and ...

Nothing like a Monday morning, sans kid. Really, the last couple days or so have been hellacious, due to too much togetherness. I'm not the easiest person to get along with, let alone 24/7, and she's a fiery girl. We're lucky we haven't killed one another. Bedtime was 8:00pm, so that hopefully her first day back would not be slumped across her desk, due to a late night and no sleep in. We were both back up at midnight though, sitting in the livingroom, wide awake. The girl upstair...

Any normal woman in her mid-thirties would not have this problem, I'm sure. I'm messed up... as messed up as they come, anyway. Instead of using the phone and demanding a rehash, or walking over and at least acknowledging that what I sometimes say at night may well have some bearing during my days, I do nothing. I don't call, I don't even write about what's been bothering me, until now. And really, what's been bothering me has bothered me so for decades, so I'll just bottle it all...

Aside from currently enduring a doozy of a hangover, I feel pretty positive about the New Year. I think I've outgrown my dark days. There was a time when everything seemed life or death, when tears would fall bitterly, and I would burn inside with great rage. I struggled with basic emotions, and would bottle it all up, silent until that inevitable explosion. Even now, I thank my mother for loving me every moment. I sure didn't make life easy for her. These days, I try to look...

Most times when I write, I do it from the hip. I rarely have a preformed idea of what I'm going to write, rather, I let it all out in one great glurp. You know, occasionally, during a random lull in my day, I have an idea of what might be good to write about, but I'm rarely prepared during those times. Those golden gems slip into my consciousness, and then are lost to wherever good thoughts go because I'm without a pen and paper and have a shitty memory for half-formed thoughts. I'm...

I guess something mucky's been going on around here, but I slipped in and posted this, somehow. Although, not much has been going on, just a little home improvement. This morning, I loaded the Jeep up with random items (including my evicted neighbour's outdoor junk, hope she wasn't planning on coming back for it, hahahaha.) and headed for the dump with my girl. How bloody wonderful it felt to pitch old tricycles, vcrs, pots and pans and other kitchen items into the big dumpsters. The ...

What better way to spend Christmas Eve wrapping presents, drinking beer, and watching Shaun of the Dead? The holidays have been busy, but lazy, too. I got a brand new duvet (" Tyler Durden : Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator : It's a comforter... Tyler Durden : It's a blanket. Just a blanket.") and tested it out this afternoon and it works perfectly. Toasty warm and fluffy. I also got some books, some gift certificates and new pair of Converse high tops. I got my girl lots of ...

In less than 5 hours, I will start my Christmas vacation. While I'm due to film a workshop on January 8th, it's just a 4 hour gig. From then on, things are up in the air. We're awaiting funding results to see if I will be hired on a full-time basis. And while I look like the prime candidate for the job (experienced, graduate of similar program, financially qualified based on single parenting, and Native to boot) there's still some uneasiness on my part. What if it doesn't work out? W...

I always bitch and moan about my physique, which is not super-model-ish at all. But honestly, that pizza and cake that I had this afternoon is the reason why. I don't feel discouraged, or disgusted, or even guilty about ingesting this good-tasting but not entirely good-for-you food... it was damned good. Why ruin it with negative feelings? Work has been insanely busy, but now that we are actually in the current run, it's slowed down almost to a halt. I feel insanely guilty about having mor...

I had to do it... say goodbye to my yahoo mail account. Too much spam, too little time to go through it all. I wanted very badly to go to Ottawa tonight to catch a rock show. Disappointed? Yes. Relieved? Yes. Because I found out that they would be playing at the end of January in my hometown. I have hopes to meet up with a friend this Christmas. Since moving out of town, we never seem to catch each other during his impromptu visits back to see his parents. I'm sure he's going to be...

I'm not big on the jesus-freaks. I'm appreciative of those who have faith, but those who hammer and accuse aren't the ones I'd turn to at the end of times. I like the weirdos. The ones who are too angry, too emotional, too ballsy, too anything. I love those that are just out there, but can't be around it 24-7 either. I like spice. Coming from a plain English upbringing, the only type of flavoring we had was butter or salt. No fresh garlic, just powdered. No real green vegetables, exc...

My favorite Christmas carol has got to be 'Have Yourself A Merrry Little Christmas" , and nobody does it, or will ever do it better than Judy Garland. The season is gearing up, and I can't help but be a little happier this time around. I've got more time off this year: 21 days off starting on the 18th. Twenty One !!!! Hooray for working for a university! I haven't had that much free time since... I was a student, I guess. We just finished a one evening only performance, that took appr...

One aspect of the job that I find almost unbearable is the Meet and Greet. There are several kinds, but the upcoming one is smallish; a party of 15. I can handle the larger ones quite easily. The key to those is to move . A couple of minutes at the punch bowl; a quick hello to a visiting professor; cooing over a small child. Interspace that with a few asides with closer co-workers and the big Meet and Greets are bearable. It's easy to get lost in a crowd, and a step outside for fresh air...