Drinking spiced rum makes me feel like a ...



...it's not weird or anything.

If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around, does it make a sound? Well if no one's there, then how does anyone know a tree actually fell?

Life is odd sometimes.

Well; i've fallen in love, i'll be relocating to Northern Alberta for the winter, and I have absolutely no direction in my life...i guess demanding rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty is out of the question?

You may well know I'm an asshole...let me cement that title.

I can take no satisfaction in anything right now, perhaps I'm at some odd point in my existence where destruction reigns supreme in self expression...it used to be so easy to build...to construct. But no there is no pleasure there, instead almost like a seething flow of voracious army ants I want to see everything stripped to their basic consituients.

Hey, havin' fun being hot? Cause I am.

The word of the week is: emancipation. That combination of letters is burning like a fire in my gut, it demands...no it screams for acknowledgement and action. Of course it will be difficult to that which has been comfortable to me and basically made me for the last decade, but it's time to move towards the unknown and possibly dangerous. What is today but yesterdays tomorrow.


*I'll always be an inconsiderate dick though.

The Filth and the Fury

Keegan Sauder

"A visual tribute to one who is far geographically, yet close in some other ways."

Wow, what a series of days, nights, hours and other various increments of time...birthdays were comemorated, small Kooteny cities were vacationed in, friends were dashed with paintballs, large quantities of alcohol were imbibed...all `n all things really came together. The time however was not solely dedicated to self debasement (more`s the pity I know), but I did take time for some deep introspection about how the newly adapted Will (yes I have a real name) can best intergrate himself into a world of dizzing and terrifying potential.

I seem to have a strong penchant for being alone, although I was very social and actually managed to find a load of high school-era friends, I have no issues being strictly by myself...it`s oddly comforting. What exacly that says about me I have no idea, but that`s fine.

I`m sure that there is more to write about, but I need time for everything to congeal...so I`ll end by saying ``hi`` to all my SG-friends.