it's hot and sexy everyday in texas lately. but i'm headed back to canada in a couple of weeks, and it's only 14 Celsius over there right now. this is very depressing news.
i don't want to leave the amazing heat for a chilly summer back home. that's not right.

in slightly more interesting news, i've been watching a lot of documentaries lately. it's become a sort of accidental marathon. here's my list so far:

Grey Gardens
possibly one of the best documentaries i've ever seen. just great.

Crazy Love
it gave me chills, made me laugh, and made me sad for people. but i did find the documentary was a little too flashy. the story itself and people involved are interesting enough that you don't need any special camera work or dramatic collages interjecting constantly.

Salesman
I wasn't sure about a documentary about Bible Salesmen in the 50's, but it was really captivating and sad. If you're a people watcher, you'll really get into this film.


Gates of Heaven
a documentary about pet cemeteries... weird.. a bit sad.. not bad, but weird..

Seven Up! the entire series to date.
this is just fucking cool. and i watched every single dvd they've made up until 49 up. i don't feel like explaining it, but i think everybody should watch it. so interesting.

and that's it so far. do you have any suggestions for great weird/human interest documentaries?

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and another one of my new hair for good measure.

I AM DRUNK, WASHING TOWELS!
why, you ask? because i get free yoga classes for washing towels once a week.

the only problem is, it's friday night, and i went out after work with some of my favorite coworkers. the bartender was lovely and fed me tequila and beer, and what they call "slippery nipples" here in texas, is what they call a "juicy pussy" at home in montreal.
a mixture of baileys, and butterscotch liqueur.. it's delicious... but mixed with all the other junk i drank in such a short amount of time... well... i'm fucked.

have mercy on my writing skills.

i am neither drunk, nor tired.... eee.... but i might be a liar




definitely not tired.....

so.. texas.. woo! sxsw.. woo!

i met up with erin_broadley, SG's editor, news lady at sxsw, and possibly made a fool of myself on camera for this site. i was fairly liquored by the time the camera started rolling.. maybe it will be unusable material, or maybe it will be funny in that humiliating sort of way- or worse- boring in a humiliating sort of way. only time will tell.

my trip out here so far has been mellow, and good. i've met some lovely people, and seen some country side.. some cacti and empty ghost houses in a little town out in the boons.

the weather is a boring subject, but whatever, it's warm here. i like that.

i eat tacos every day. i drink iced tea and tequila- not mixed, but i might try that. i cut hair. i answer phones. i listen to music. and i sketch a little here and there. i want to see the desert. that's my next road trip.

woo! birthday! woo!

moon'n vodka!

OK so i've been busy as all hell lately.

i've moved all of my worldly possessions TWICE in the past month, and they will all be moved again in another month.

i've lived in an apartment with roomates in the plateau, a huge luxurious condo downtown by myself, and a high-rise apartment building with a pool, alone again.

next month i'll be in austin, tx with no definite place to live and no job. BUT it will be warm there, and i will know a couple people. and i hear that city is one of The places to be in north america at the moment, so not only will i be a badass, wandering traveler, but i'll be a stylish one at that.

i'll try and post some photos of my travels for any humans out in sg land who might be interested!

zak

my cat...





wants to eat...





my bird.

my grandfather used to shop obsessively. he bought several new suits before he died

-he could not buy a new lung.

my new shoes only provided an open wound, weeping
daily for me.

i've been living in my rubble since the last natural disaster. i'm waiting for the locusts.

my nails need to be clipped, and my children never call me anymore.


(p.s. this is me making fun of my melancholy.. how else can you deal with your life if you don't use a bit of humor? morbid in my case, granted.)

druuuuunk.


went dancing with lemonkid. so drunk. but not tired.
been lonely, and insecure lately. these things happen.
so when i come home drunk and restless, things seem to be worse than they (in factuality) are. thats ok. i'm unhappy, but it's ok.

look at me... miss rationality.