today, i get shmammered.

it's so goddamn hot in this apartment. i take a cold shower every few hours. it's the only way to cool down.

the job i have isn't giving me the hours i need so i have to find another job. i don't even know where to start. all the employment agencies that help with the search won't help unless you're totally unemployed. but i want to keep working part time until i find something else, so i have at least some income. i guess it's resume handing out time. if anyone has any leads for full time work in toronto please do pass them along.

last night i dreamt i was alone in a moving car on a busy highway but i didn't know how to drive. it wa really scary. do you ever have dreams like that? it goes to show i'm feeling like i don't have enough control over things.

hopefully katryn is coming over tomorrow! i haven't seen her in months.

i have a doctors appointment today, and i should go get a battery for my phone. this way, i can feel like i'm being productive.

i'm going to shoot my new set as soon aas possible. so expect more naked kore.

happy birthday to my sister!


life's good. stressful, but good.



i'll beeee around more when everything is set up at the apartment.



the couch is coming on monday!

i'm still alive, just not around much. i feel like i live on buses. thanks for all the awesome tips you guys left about apartment hunting. I GOT A FUCKIN PLACE! wooooo. it's awesome. i'm very pleased. i'm getting up bright and early tomorrow and getting the stuff down there. then i have a job interview on friday. things seems to be falling into place. please send me good vibes and jerk off to my pictures lots. i need the positive energy!

god apartment hunting is sooooo fuckin hard. i'm trying to find a two bedroom central-ish toronto apartment for august 1st. and it's killlllllllllling me. any leads? send them to me!

if nothing exists than god is no liar.

tits tits tits

and ass!

i sit in an old stable savouring the smell of wet rotting wood. i’ve got the boy i love beside me and my shoes are soaked from walking through wet fields. i’m in love and extremely hung over. i’m sitting on some hunk of wood and so is he. and the birds keep flying in and out of the place, protective of a nest. i take a shot of vodka and immediately puke it up. that’s ok. he’ll share his fireball with me cuz he’s a sweetheart.

the whole world feels so big and it’s vastness grows only vaster when you think of how small things really get. the world of atoms. the world of cells. the world of pixies. and i could be a moore child, a changeling left by some crafty little fairy. these fields are full of unexplainable things and i accept that. and my baby, he’s the kinda guy who believes me. he doesn’t demand proof because he gets it. yes, mice could very well be fairies in disguise. and magic happens all the time.

i've been so inside my head lately these days. lots of booze, lots of poetry. lots of knives and romance. day dreaming and orgasms and so on.

i missed karaoke! i suck. lucy, i must make this up to you somehow.

only two months (not even) till i'm moving to toronto. so much to think of, plan and do.

thank god for the shit that gets me through.

wow! look at this crazy new layout! holy hell. it looks awesome.

i'm at stefan's and i'm naked and a little hung over. i'm going to karaoke tonight. woo!

and yes, i did in fact find my glasses.