chanel

alright! alright....ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!

im updating.
me time.
no you time, their time, his time, her time..blah blah blah blah..another panini sandwich on the fly...fuck..

me.

I sound selfish when I say that stuff. but hey, its only once and awhile.

I went to Prom. lots of fun. I shouldnt have drank as much as I did, but yeah...I did. Gin is my enemy. damn you...gin.
I realize it is late on updating this all, but yeah, its my recount on the story, so I figured Id put my two cents in.
IT was fun, dont get me wrong, but something seemed out of place all night. I dunno, I guess maybe in the end it was me, cause Im not much on here anymore, and I didnt know what to say to most people. I kinda felt like a huge geek, in a weird sorta way. So if I didnt say hi to you, its nothing against you, its just that, well, I kinda felt uncomfortable. And I was all drunk, so when I did finally speak to someone, pure gibberish came out. I spoke to Siv (which I probably embarresed myself) Dyme (hot damn,....such a beautiful girl) Eli (again, I think I mumbled most of the time...) I spent most of the night with my group and others that I know...which was nice. Simon went home early, but he had a lovely lovely time, I know he did.


I love you pillango. Very very much so. Im coming to see you soon! (I stole this photo from her, I know she had one of us)

Ahhhhh Zarina. I love that girl to peices...such a free spirit..and shes always stunning when I see her. Behold the glory of her tattoo and my disgruntled face at god knows what:


I love this photo...it makes me laugh, cause well..this girl is wicked wicked wicked awesome...you should say hi to her sometime.

Man we look hilarious. I cant stop laughing!

quite the dark photo:


I think we were talking about shitting in public bathrooms...HAHAHAAAA....

I wish I always looked that good.
Right now I have mutants on my lips. and their bad. And wont go away.
damn you cold sores!!!!!!!!!!!

I am a geeeeeeeekkkkk:




When obi wan and Anakin are fighting at the end, and they circle their lightsabers around really quickly without even hitting each other, I always think
how cool would that be?
really though...I wish we lived like that. When I was growing up, I had that huuuuuge Star Wars poster in my bedroom, Id write stories, and when we first got the internet to my house in Jamaica, I printed out at least 40 pages worth of useless information. All of which I still have.
Man do I ever love star wars. I cant stop thinking about it.
Im at work, and sometime I wish someone else loved it as much as me, cause thats what I would talk about ALL THE TIME.

anyways
I shot another set
you willl ALL LOVE IT
(Chanel is using mind force on all of you)
I bet its working.
Garth loves Star Wars as much as I do. Last year he dressed up like an X-Wing fighter. Hot stuff!
Yeah I know you do to. You know who you are. Cause thats pretty much all we talk about, that and shitting. hahahaaa...

Im a goof.
So, that was my interesting update. I could talk about work, but that would probably bore most of you. Chef is a funny guy...oh boy. He told me today my car had gotten towed off the property..and I ACTUALLY BELIEVED HIM. I kinda started hyperventalating..and nearly cried. Twas a joke, because the whole kitchen was laughing at me.
ha ha ha.
actually it was funny I laughed the whole way home.
So there was my fun update...
questions?
well.
itll take time, but Ill try to answer them.

OH!
remeber that photo..I posted it when I went to Coachella..the one if you guessed where it was...Id send you a fun photo?
well..
I cant personally send it cause I cant even remember who said the correct answers.
so

I dont know why I find that funny, but I like fuzzy stuff. so there.

night kids.
C.


THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje


If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.

and knew

what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.


You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

I like it because
right now


Im too tired to kill anything
let alone myself.