27 ain’t so bad…
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the world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever;
but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and
laughter…- george santayana -
the wrapping paper from my favourite christmas present, from my favourite person
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sidewalk love.
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too soon?
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the facts of life.
- patron: can i have a transfer, i forgot to get one.
- ttc driver: sure, but be careful next time, you need proof of payment or it's a $200 fine.
- patron: don't tell me what to do. you don't even know the facts of life, i know the facts of life.
- ttc driver: you could have just said please or thank you...
- patron: no, you have an attitude.
- ttc driver: you sound like my wife.
- patron: look, why don't you just go and join 'occupy' since you clearly don't appreciate your job.
- ttc driver: because i have a family and a mortgage?
- patron: i don't have to listen to this, i'm going to the back.
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well there goes my evening, best email from the boyfriend: link to a blog post titled “90 corgis in costume”
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horoscope-shmoroscope - i get my lucky numbers from cracks in the sidewalk.
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so this one time, henry and i ‘decorated’ the cat journal my mom gave me…
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everybody has won, and all must have prizes- the dodo
my all-time favourite quote from ‘alice in wonderland’ by lewis carroll is also the root of a social work conclusion on the eclecticism of theoretical approaches to practice, known as ’the dodo bird effect’…i was destined for this profession. -
WANT! want want, a thousand times want.
the published collection of about 5,000 paintings, drawings, objects, and collages made by patients in European psychiatric institutions in the 1920’s.
timely that i find a book which i would be happy to spend a lot of money on, on the same day that my gradschool textbook list gets posted online… -
zucchini nightmares.
(premptive gross-out apology if you are eating, have just eaten or are planning to eat in the near future; especially if it involves this particular food item.)
it is both a blessing and a curse that i am able to remember a majority of my dreams. mostly they are wierd, occasionally insightful, and sometimes funny.
last night however, i had my first vegetable related nightmare.
it involved, what i hope is an impossible allergic reaction to ingesting zucchini, where my body literally rejected the offending squash by pushing it out through my skin as soon as i swallowed. horrified i plucked a piece from my shoulder and waited patiently as pieces continued to surface on my neck and arms…
i am thoroughly disturbed and disgusted by the capabilities of my subconscious.
i am also sad, because i love zucchini…but right now, the thought of one terrifies me.
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happily dappily.
- mom: just practicing my txting, so i may as well tuck you in tonight. do ya want a story?
- me: yes please.
- mom: there once was a little girl that was full of sunshine and smiles and everywhere she went good things happened and because she made it happen all by herself she lives happily dappily. nite, don't let the bed bugs bit - ya gotta watch out for those for real. luv u!
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last night <3.
