working it out

God, a long winter sure makes a body crave bicycles and swimming and sunshine and grass. Things I really need to do:

Tell First Step Fitness to kiss my fat ass and stop charging me $45 a month to not use their stupid gym.
Sign up for a Leisure Pass? Which includes swimming and yoga and aquasize?
Stop smoking! After my 33rd birthday. Yes. I will do this.
Magically find $18,000 to pay off all my debt.
Find out if the leaking roof is actually fixed, or just currently frozen.
Deal with the incessant squeak coming from my driver's side tyre.
Get that assistant supervisor position.
Order new glasses. Dare I use Sears again?
Get my shit together and be the fabulous person I should be already.

he ain't baking no cake

what's he listening to?

Metallica? Slayer? NWA? Death Cab for Cutie? Bon Jovi? Wham? Yanni?

my love brings me lentils

Well, some girls got flowers, some girls got chocolates, some girls got lingerie, and me? I got lentils. Homemade lentil soup, to be exact, hand delivered at 9am in the morning for me to take to lunch. It was delicious, and very thoughtful. I also got dinner (the absolute best shrimp coconut curry in town) and wine and a movie, so ended up feeling quite spoiled. In a good way. On another note, I gots a bunch of intense war-themed photos that I've pilfered from here and there, so I think I'm going to start putting them up. Here's the first.

the funniest word play I've ever heard

Local artist receives $450 bill for act of "chairorrism". HA!

fuck you, winter

You can kiss my lily-white, couch-loving, blanket-swaddled, sweater-wearing, extension cord bearing, reality show addicted, comfort food craving, dry skinned, hairy legged, fat flannel clad ass.

can you say couture?

No really, can you? It's the end of New York Fashion Week, and I bet I've spent about 20 hours browsing the collections and trying to figure it all out. I love the religious couture collection of Jean Paul Gaultier, and the asian Christian Dior stuff too.

What I don't love is the Diesel 2007 Fall Collection. CHECK OUT THE WAISTBANDS ON THESE CLOTHES! They're giving me hives... those waistbands, those colours, those fabrics, those.. appliques?

Thank god it's over soon. I'm sure you, like me, have had enough.

just can't get enough

Anna Sui, Heatherette, & Betsey Johnson. I really can't get enough of this crap these days. What a strange facet of the world "fashion" is.

like a car wreck

The Go Fug Yourself girls at New York Fashion Week. (photos 1 & 3 are John Galliano's Fall 2007 Collection. Man that cat is weird...)

Miracle Ice Cream

Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.

Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow
a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,
fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions,
the rest of your heart.

~ Adrienne Rich