:: Life's a Ride

It all begins again.

I am bald. I am mean looking. I am a worker bee. I will do what I have to do. I look strong so will I be strong. And no one will know how strong. I'll keep you all safe from me. Next time you see me you will be happy. I'll still be alive.

Though..... I may be retarded and buy myself a new bike for my birthday (excuse). Yeah, it's the beginning of winter. Yeah, I already have two bikes. But she's a beautiful beast. A star crossed killer. A splash of ink and sky, nimble and stealthy. Made by MEC. *swooooooon* If I go back to look at her more than once more she will be mine..... Midnight sky

oh yes, she will be mine.


Ohhhhhh Dreeeeaaaaammm Weeeeeaaaver. I believe you can get me through the niiiiiighhhhhht!


Shes just what I've wanted for years. I could ride moto in and strap her onto my back to get her home. Or walk all the way there, to enjoy riding her back home. The first would be like carrying the bride to the room and bed, the second like walking 500 miles to fall down at her door.

She would be my clear weather woman. Red bike would get an overhaul and I would work with her to prepare for the coming cold. A red tank to plow through all weather conditions. Steady and powerful. Faithful and strong. My flag of defiance. My proof and reminder of life.

Midnightsky would be my jet. A rocket to fly on. A wisp on my shoulder. The fleeting dream of what I could do. I will do. Of records broken. Of setting records to beat. A new girl to dance with and see if she's got the spokes to keep up. A new chance to see if I've got the engine to make metal fly. The shooting arrow to back Red's battle axe.

It's always been a matter of time. Like a moto. I knew when I was little (I was never little) I would ride it. It may not last forever but I have the chance to soar now. I will take it.

The time I feel begins with coffee and ends on Friday. I get there on two legs, two lungs, and two wheels.

:: Reminder

In case you have forgot November 1st marks the beginning of Irish Cream season. Nov 1 through to Dec 25. I would have celebrated last weekend but I had already indulged to a great degree. I think next weekend (14-15) I will have a pilsner glass full of Molly's.
The only Irish Cream which brings a warmth to my soul without even opening it. Different label this year. Same goodness.

:: Halloween #2

I had to use a full size dressing mirror across from my bathroom 3-way to try and get this right. If I had a washable marker I would have added a face but I only had black sharpies. Wasn't up for the permanent thing.Blankface is born.
Evening sir, May I see your papers and you - WHERE'S YOUR FACE!? PUT YOUR FACE BACK ON!!!Well, with you hand in your pocket you look pretty damned gentlemanly. I can let it go this once. Remember your face next time.



Ya, I was backwards man
I began with more of a plan
Supplies and time ran few
My budget, so very jew
I had the clippers and the clothes
Glasses are hard without a nose
How could I show up to shrug
To the ones I love to hug
Out of costume, without excuse
I'll lose another but this night refuse
To be the same blood covered freak
I'll be this night as my life, unique

<3

(see previous for a video)

:: Halloween

I was backwards man.

A lot of people actually liked it and commented. Thanks people. Cutting your own bangs on the back of your head is pretty tough. I didn't have the materials or time to make a whole face but blankface was cool too.

:: Update..ish

I used to try and promise regular updates.

Truth is... I fear you. I think about you all_the_time. This is the easiest way I find to speak to you. When you miss the small things that happens here and there, I feel bad.... but good that things happen. Smiles happen. Makes me wonder what wonder you run into. Not going to lie. Makes me jealous. Seeing you smile, well, It feels good.

I love a lot. I hate a lot too. Hate consumes my usual thoughts while seeing you makes it all okay, and I love that.

:: Audience Of One

They never promised us the world.

Why can't I be intoxicated with no effects. Is the change really the difference? The grass greener? Would sobriety be what you drink for if you were always drunk? If two days is enough to make the heart grow fondest then what the fuck.

And here it is: I love winter. You can drink and taste the air. You are aware of yourself and your body. It keeps everyone else inside. I can ride around with a smile ear to ear, snow flying everywhere.



old news, old brews....

I work with this guy. Names Paul. If he like you he'll call you a yellow belly. He laughs and you know things are fine.



Moving on. Had a ball Jay. So good to see the boys again. I was nervous at first but they welcomed me with open arms. I still owe you all more, and I intend to pay up.

If you know your Broadway Boys you can see them all here. Like where's waldo. A wondeful lady in here as well. It's the best shot I got that had all of you. All of you make a shot great.
The wedding zone. Royal Botanical Gardens. It was quite crisp and windy as the actually ceremony began though overall not too bad. God Fucking shit dammit. I forgot what magnificant foliage such miserable weather Onterrible could produce.
My old walk to my sunset spot has even grown in. I got a good look from the gentleman with his wife and son as I followed them down the bank to see the water. I said hello and smiled, I usually do. He gave a hello back with slight look. I suppose I was overdressed for the event. He just didn't know what it meant to me. I should remember this lesson next time I see another I believe too well adorned. Maybe they spent hours in that single spot pondering their existence and the truth between right, wrong, and what they actually want of their body and soul, however conflicting the two..... Either way, I looked fucking boss. This is the day after my return. Ontario vs Alberta. ON 1 AB 364. Well the snows gone now. The winter helps me feel alive. Like how I'm sure a good fight would finish. Me and winter both tried and did all we could. Doesn't matter, we both live. Happy to fight again tomorrow.
ICU.
From start.To finish.

Good and Evil. Loud and quiet. Vader and Yoda. Sold in a two pack. Cursed to be together forever secrectly loving that they hate to love it. Yin and yang. The Karate kid and Chunk from Goonies. Mario and Luigi.

A dog and a cat.
A child and a dad.
A mellow and a mad.
A chief and a chad.

:: Bury Me In Both

This is probably going to offend most of the people who read this so I'll just get it out of the way.

Pomegranates suck.

The only good part is getting the chance to dismantle one. It is involving and satisfying when many gems fall from a good peal. Much like opening a fairy tale ruby fruit. Well these gems ain't for sale, baby.

Sure, they taste fine. Their cost suggests they should be great. Yeah, the crunch starts with a nice *pop* but then you hit a seedy thing (possibly a seed?) that absorbs your crunch effort yet doesn't fully chew away. Overall leaving me wondering what the hoopla is all about. Very unsatisfying.

Hitting O-town this weekend for a quick romp. I bought a suit. Two, actually. BOGO. Buy one, Get one. I pick them up tomorrow. I now can never get fat or smaller or shorter because I don't want to ever pay that much for clothes ever again. If and when I die, bury me in both. You'll see pics when I get em' I look like the fucking boss. for now....


I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like, "Dude, you have to wait."

The new kitchen setup. It's pretty sick. Turns out a picture and a ikea cord-bulb makes a great wall lamp. And the picture gets lit up!

I love living alone. I eat wonderful. Last Saturday I drank about 15 gins in 2 hours. Then my brain and tummy let me know how upset they were all Sunday when really, it was them who got me into the mess in the first place. Hypocrites. Left me with the bill, too.

Same old. Snowflake becomes blizzard.