Thursday, August 17, 2006

Ew... Don't Ask Don't Tell... About Your Vermin Problem

This is disgusting... and yet doesn't compare to the fucking rat convention held daily behind the Lettieri coffee shop on the southeast corner of Queen St. W. and Spadina. I am not joking, if you want to scare friends who visit the big city, take them by the alley behind here and you will see more rats than starred in both versions of the movie Willard.

Painting Guy - 500 Channels of Guilty Pleasures

See the 3rd item down for a recap of the show The Joy of Painting. I got turned onto this show (on PBS I believe) during my Halifax years when there were many days spent on that filthy goddamn futon COMPLETELY hungover and the only thing I could stand was this very weird show because it was so soothing. SO VERY SOOTHING.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Fetal Demise

I can't lie, it does hurt that no less than 5 friends are having their babies in February (a critical blow to 2 out of 3 of my hockey teams). My baby would've been born the first week of March if things had worked out. The mass emails filled with the happy news ("I'm expecting too!") that pop into my inbox one after another are bringing me down just a little. I'm not envious, I'm just getting tired. Boo. But most of the senders don't even know about me. And I would've had the goofiest email of all... telling them all... being the latest in the string of pregnant hockey players, making everyone wonder what's in the water. Stupid bicornuate uterus. Stupid 4th miscarriage.

Message To Steve

You have been on my mind. I was just thinking of some practical information you might need.

Now

When He Dies

After He's Gone


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