Guilty Pleasure = TEEN ANGSSSTT

I definitely scoff at it every second I get. I'm way to damn rational and mature, you know, to wallow in my self-pity. Thats what I'll have you believe. "Deal with it and move on," is what I preach. But some days all I want is to lay in bed and cry on the phone to some bussom buddy about how lonely I am and that nobody understands me, while full well knowing that I have plenty of friends and family who love me and at least try to understand. Or to sit in a starbucks and whine about how I just wish that boy would notice me, if only I were prettier... ohhhhh to be 15 and seeking attention by walking with my head to the ground and leaning against walls looking all brooding and moody. I had my short stint with teen angst. We had some laughs and soon parted ways. But sometimes I just get nostalgic and all I want to do is listen to some postal service and cry my itty bitty heart out. Sadly I have better things to do with my time.

I thought I was damn artsy.

A fortnight in a wonderland of new faces and voices harmonizing. The sun on my skin, the moon on my skin, the water everyday. Pillars of green and tarps flapping in the wind. The wolf howls, the enemy growls and a beaver slaps his tail. Just pound a few beers and go down to the river and pray.

Blink and rolling away automated, synthesized. Blink and photocopies by the pound on goldenrod or salmon.
Say goodbye. Adjust. Integrate into regular society. Today may be torture and panic attacks but let's wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, the day I just might wake up and fall in love with teamwork and the four C's.

It's either this or a mall job.

I am aware. I am aware that life is "hard." I, infact, prefer it that way. But walmart and witholding these things just makes me want to sleep till closing time. No, I wouldn't shut the world out. I wouldn't mind a visitor. But the comfort of a comforter is just that.

Dear Midnight train tracks,

Basking in your redlamp glow dares my sense.

Love,
The Beat

leaves

I have never seriously considered a tattoo untill today. I stumbled across an artist who's got a style completly on is own not a tribal band in sight. Annnd he just recently set up shop in Montreal. Exciting. One day maybe I will go there and get a Yann Black tattoo. maybe.




I'm exiting hermitville as of today and would like to make a public apology to all those who I couldn't bother dropping a line to. You alll mean alot to me and now that everyone is moving on, up and out I went into hiding to ignore it all. blah blah mushy


I borrowed a trumpet from a friend and am attempting to reteach myself. I'm not sure how the neighbourhood feels about that. Its reallly old and dented and falling apart. But if gives it character. Plusss it is fun to take picures with. blah blah superegolove me. I forgot how sore your lips get though. And i'm not sure if it is good for my jaw wich has been hurting/clicking lately. I'm going to the dentist about that tommorow. Thats right I am actually going to a medical professional to deal with a problem. I figure its got to do with my face so I should probably deal with that right?




The northland construction is going well. It's an unbelievable experiance building ahouse. you should try it some time.

I am a power pussy.

2.5 hour 90's singalong right out of a summertime blockbuster. I am on a vacation in suburbia. I have realized i could be a housewife after 10 days of fixin' lunch for the framing crew. Yeah we kick it old style. I return some time within the next few days. people are flying off soon and I need to see them before they run away from here. Many memories were made this week. I'm going to miss watching that red moon rise. Water water water. I feel odd not being near it.

laughter kills when you've got to cough

barefoot_windy: is surf outlaw going with you up north ?
Allie: nopeee
barefoot_windy: shitty deal
Allie: hes got to play hiss hornnn all day long
barefoot_windy: to get into school? or to be lame?
Allie: to be lame


I'm going to build walls and then they are going to go up up and then I'm going to sleep in there one day. The cottage I mean. We are building one. It's intense. I'm excited.