Dishing the shit on bread.

I've been eating too much bread...and too many chips of both the potato and the nacho variety. It makes me feel logy. Well, I've decided to start eating well again. Not that I've been eating all that poorly, really. Just too much bread and chips and that makes me logy...and prone to grumpy states. Also, the bread that I've been buying is lacking in quality. Full of things for warding off the molds. I don't need that shit! I put my bread in the fridge and that keep the molds away just fine. Simple bread, with easy to pronounce ingredients; yeah, that's the shit for me. But if I cut down the bread intake my stomach will say, "Hey, where's the food?" so I'll say, "Digest this celery!" or, "Can you handle some fucking legumes?!" or something like that and then my stomach will say, "I can dig it." and if my stomach had hands we would probably slap a high five.

Good news that acts like bad news

I put all of my eggs in a basket and it seems that the basket's bottom has fallen out. I had a plan and that plan didn't work out. Luckily I also had a back-up plan. However it is proving to be tough to accept that plan B is now plan A and the previous plan A is now broken yolks on the floor. As well, some of those broken yolks aren't mine. They belong to some who I think is quite sweet and lovely, so I feel bad for dropping her eggs.

I'm back in purgatory. The place that I am is temporary. I am soon to be on the move again, much too soon. It looks as though I will be enduring some prairie winters. At least I'm finally grad school bound. That is a great thing, even if it doesn't feel that way right now.

drum's not dead

I've spent a significant lump of the day hitting the skins (albeit, fairly quietly) in my lovely apartment home. Having had the old kit in storage for the past few months, it's been quite nice to reacquaint myself with it - and with sultry rhythms.



Hello rhythm, Goodbye blues.

drink a beer without using your hands

My girlfriend just bought a pair of Blundstone shoes that are smaller, scuffless duplicates of my own. We were inspired by the new fashion trend sweeping South Korea (the better of the Koreas) called 'Couplelook'. I think that the next step for us is to get the 'I'm with stupid-esque' matching 'I love so-and-so' hoodies (or bunny-hugs, if you prefer), followed by matching beer hats.

Hospitable Neighbours

I live next to a hospital now. I live next to the emergency room of a hospital. Sometimes there are sirens to be heard, but not as often as I thought there would be and they are easier to ignore than you'd expect. Today the main noise emanating from the streets is men yelling 'HEY!'. The unpacking is done and the monotony of being jobless and poor is beginning to set in. It's sort of like being on a crappy vacation where there's nothing to do. Nonetheless, things are quite nice here and I'm happy to be sitting on my couch, looking out through my dirty windows at the imposing main tower of Vancouver General Hospital. It's a good place to be.

friend's fucked-up faces

Oh Victoria, why do you suddenly got to be so sweet to me? An evening of viewing paintings of punched and pummelled faces and I'm slapped upside the head by good times, good friends and some very good puns. I'm feeling somewhere between bitter and sweet.

Dr. Roboto

We're just a couple of robot doctors. I check your oil while you check my heart.