Has anyone seen Lady in the Water? That movie made me incredibly sad about the state of the world

Children have bedtime stories to make them feel safe but what about all of us who are over the age of eight? I think that's why I like snuggles so much, it reminds me of a simpler time (i.e. my mother's uterus).

It is freezing out today...the kind of cold that makes your throat hurt...not that I shy away from that feeling but I generally prefer if it is preceded by a shot and followed by

Speaking of , here is a random pic of moi under the influence of way too much red wine during my holiday vacation:



Ashley, Corvid, and I at The Drake in Toronto.
This is our home away from home....the staff are fantastic and perverted (big plus on lonely nights away)

If you want still more eye-candy, visit Corvid who has recently uploaded some random pics while we were in Burning Man.

Why is it that wankers always ruin everything worth ruining? A collegiate crowd has taken over my favourite bar...last night there was frat fucks as far as the eye could see!

After we decide to split, we're waiting outside for a friend to grab her jacket before heading to another venue and this bitch in line drops her mega-slurpie on the pavement which splashes all over both Charity and I's boots....no apology forthcoming I mouth off...I normally avoid conversing with the hoy-paloy but c'mon who brings a slushie to wait in line at a dowtown bar....in the fucking winter?

My other friend Natalie, who had managed to get ripped before even leaving her apartment comes over. Charity uses her state to our advantage and orders her to hit the girl in the head with her very own cup. Despite the fact that this girl can barely stand up manages to hit her in the back of the head...really hard...so hard that her head went forward...oops.

I decide it's best to go get holly inside which infuriates the 60 people in line who think I"m blowing the door guy. I find holly with coat in hand, tell her the dirty details, and as we're coming out of the club, doesn't she say hi to the girl we just hit....apparently they know each other from class.....here is the next conversation:

Keegan: Holly, that's the girl!

Holly: Which girl?

Keegan: The one we hit!

Holly: Where?

Keegan: The girl you were just talking to!!!

Holly: No!

Keegan: Yes!

Holly: No!

Keegan: O.K., no, I'm lying!!!!!

Holly: Fuck off, Why would you do that?

Keegan: I didn't, they did (pointing at my drunk friends)! Plus she started it!

Muhahahaha! My friend Charity is such a scrapper.... I blame everything on her!

So that was how I spent my saturday night. How was everyone else's?

This is Keegan after smoking too much weed, eating too many pringles covered in dill pickle dip, and watching 2 bad b movies:

I just found out that I didn't get the job that I was stressing about on the same day that my boi flew to Brazil...oh...and I just got my period.

Is this karma for doing that "18" year old?

This is Keegan:

This is Keegan while getting her ass kicked by karma:

I have yet another interview....and this time it is in french....I haven't spoken french in forever and now I'm expected to sell myself in the cursed language...getting a job in academia is nearly impossible here....and I'm not good with rejection

Two of three of my current contracts end in the next month or two and then I'm fucked.....I have a total of seven jobs (i know it's retarded) right now but all of the others are so unpredictable....and I'm big on planning....I'm an anxious preson by nature and the fact that I don't know if I'll be able to buy my weight in gummy bears each week is distracting to say the least.

Everything was so much easier when I was a student

Anyways, wish my anglophone ass some luck.....and if you have some random monkey with a rash that you pray to, I'll take a sprinkle of that too

It has rained for the last three days here....not fun play in puddles rain...but big pissed-off rain drops...in fucking january!!!!

I actually miss snow, I thought I would never say it, but there, I admit it.

I grew up in the middle of nowhere, well to be exact somewhere in the deep north of canada where it snowed almost everyday in winter.....and there wasn't even snow on the ground when I went to visit over the holidays....last year my poor boi was dragged out snowmobiling on the ice...I'm pretty sure the lack of snow was a welcome relief to him.

I'm thinking about having a snow funeral.....no black garments....just lots of knitted yarn....and flannel.....everyone will be asked to write bad poetry about the lack of white stuff....and at the end we'll have a group snuggle to comfort ourselves about global warming.

I think this is how the dinosaurs felt right before they all bit the dust.

Illiterate people make me so angry....not those who have an actual problem but those who don't read something carefully before blowing their holes off

So Mneylu has ordered me to post something....now normally I ignore all demands, resonable or otherwise, but for this lass I'm willing to crawl around sans kneepads (sports equipment = gayness) so here goes:

I just got back from an extended vacation and within 12 hours I managed to destroy my entire house! It went something like this: opened door, plopped my suitcases down, went upstairs, tore my office to shit trying to find random pieces of paper with very important information, got my puppy back from parental units, left all of her shit (i.e. too many x-mas presents from said people) right at the door, went out to grab shit food twice, left uneaten portions in living room and kitchen, manage to pull everything out of suitcases to show my female roomate the offensive t-shirt I bought (which was obviously at the very bottom), watched some tube, left it on, went to bed to snuggle with uber-missed Stilton (my puppy).

When I got up this morning, I almost cried realizing that no one was going to come in and empty my garbage, replace my towels, and make me bed. Every single time I travel I lose the ability to fend for myself which explains why I've eaten nothing remotely green (i.e. healthy) since I've been back. My New Year's resolution is therefore to stop being such a brat....wait...scratch that....less of a brat (maybe).

I actually have a lot of new year's resolutions, all of which I really do intend on keeping but they're all top secret....if I tell anyone they become less personal and who wants to keep anything that doesn't belong to them anymore.

I have to go call random old people and hassle them about their diabetes now...damn old people!

Happy Mneylu?