if you know what life is worth

here's to hoping all the silly little things get resolved, the sickness goes away, the sadness doesn't stay, the universe expands, the lizards lay in the sun and all the days of our lives are lived with nothing bigger to worry about than the everyday and the minor catastrophes.

'cause when another year turns and you're on the brink of another great leap, you know that life is an exciting, beautiful, chaotic mess and there's no sense in cleaning up just yet.

you're always talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit now...

wearin' a headband. eating lentil shepherd's pie.

sick of the chit chat shit talk of everyone who thinks everything is supposed to be easy. all the disgruntled 30-somethings who want everything and everyone to be perfect and are sad that steve jobs died of cancer and does anyone know how many month-old babies are dying from diarrhoea in places where an iPad would pay for 1000 of them to live.

up yours, entitled white folk. i include myself and my headband and my pie and my big fat entitled head in my general disgust.

bunhead: "the porn industry is huge, though"

me: "that's because people are fucked"

'nuff said

missed

i miss you like the dickens. and his chickens.

drinking tea and eating soft-boiled eggsies, being snuggly, gallivanting about town, wandering through highgate, shopping and eating and holding hands. another three years and maybe we will brighten the big city skyline again.

show yourself to me and i'd believe.

you can't be what you were

the time is now. it's running out. it's running out, it's running running running out.

the months whirl by and it's all beyond me. somewhere beyond me everything is waiting to begin. i'm caught up in a whirlpool that spins the one way, each week whipping by, each day a vortex of minutiae and sameness and stress until my muscles are knotted and i'm screaming at people in my dreams loud enough to pull my neck muscles awake. dreaming of glitter boots for the calgary stampede and waking in a sweat.

video portrait of a madwoman

i've got a bad hair day going on, originally uploaded by bess grant.

madwoman. mama mama mama.

if dinner's gonna get made, hair ain't gonna get brushed.