9.26.2006,10:52
/me is losing her leaves

Top ten list:

  1. What's with this constant idea that we should *deal* with everything? Can we just move on?
  2. Canada's military should not have an aggressive mandate in Afghanistan. Otherwise, we become the imperialists (like now). (Groan). And we should be over that shit by now.
  3. Fall can be so beautiful.
  4. The everyday machinery of life is grinding me into salisbury steak, and an army of ants is about to tear me apart and render me meaningless.
  5. Peter MacKay is our Minister of Foreign Affairs. Whawhawhat?? He couldn't even keep Belinda loyal, how can we trust him with our allies?
  6. Since bloody when does Canada have allies and enemies? Further evidence of how war on intangibles bleeds over into a militarization of society at large, and every day life.
  7. The company who owns the company I work for paid for product placement in an SUV ad. I saw it on TV and wanted to cry. Capitalism is making a mockery of the very notion of ethics.
  8. There's a fly in my lemonade. No really, it just landed there, seconds ago.
  9. My lemonade is now a metaphor for life.
  10. I'm avoiding answering the questions everyone's been asking, so please consider relenting.
  11. I'm becoming the kind of girl who writes 11-item top ten lists.
 
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9.19.2006,08:28
nada
I haven't had a day off in a full week now, and nothing exciting has really been going on. It's like when the clouds rolled in, my life followed suit and degenerated into something hopelessly mundane. Work, sleep. Work, sleep. Bus, bus, bus.

On the horizon: word on the street and the writer's festival. Tis the season for lit.

Must go now, and separate yuppies from their $$.
 
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9.11.2006,14:11
it always *seems* like something

but it's actually always the same thing. different shapes. hidden shadows. lines on the page, writing on the wall. does it matter what we think we're doing? what path we think we follow? criss crossing lines that lead to the same place anyway. it's an intangible mystery till we get there - and there was actually here all along. like the tune to a forgotten song, or the thing we should have said, just beyond the reach of mind or articulation. somewhere buried in the circuitry we can't access.

i can't bring myself to believe in fate, but it's not up to me. that's all.
 
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9.02.2006,10:56
shhhh
*PRETEND IT'S STILL SUMMER*

see you at the beach
 
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