No worries, the password has changed and we won't be having trouble from those sorts anymore...
Urban Faery
they keep breaking in
my friend tama broke in and posted that last article. The entries are from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. And Phantom and I are, of course, still together.
An excerpt from I journal I recently found: "After highschool, I scraped by with babysitting gigs and odd jobs. Mostly the jobs we call blow. I had lost my job at the base PX and I had lost my gag reflex. You do the math. I sat for the baby of General Speck, commander of the nearby army fort. His other son was the Artist Formerly Known As My Buttboy."
Hey lone maided, I bet you didn't think this article would start a grammar debate!
I totally support gay marriage! It's so nice to find artcles like this on JU when there are so many insane religious fanatics who are so closed minded. There needs to be progression in gay rights, and though it's controversial at the moment I am certain marriage rights are soon to come whether the fundamentalists like it or not.
I just found out that I got the highest mark in my seminar on our final essay, and the second highest mark for participation. Very exciting! Especially since participation is not my strong point. In fact that's what brought my acting mark down. Ah well. The past few days have been family filled. (Both my own, and someone else's). My aunt, uncle and cous
My two perfect boys!
It's true, Archie's home town was very monocultural. We're making buttons. Lots and lots of buttons. I feel like an independent activist artist creative brilliant button making superstar. I'm gonna have so many buttons. So far my personal favourite is the Buddy Christ button from Dogma. What else will I think of to press into a perfect plastic-y metal-y
Thank you. I love you.
The warm weather makes me want to bust out my hippy garb and start singing. I put on my Jimi Hendrix Experience tonight and had flashbacks to lying on the Leaside hill with Phantom after classes listening to our Hendrix and soaking up the sun. I'm really looking forward to some springtime freedom. All of my past early summer experiences revolved around highschool,
I came back to Guelph yesterday morning for a day of thrilling women's studies studying. The exam is done, and I am happy. I don't think I wrote enough, but I'm hoping the essays are as quality as I thought the were... Whatever, one down two more to go. I got back from the exam at nine and watched Arrested Development with everybody. Apparently while I was gone t
I'll be back at noon!
Well I've been home for a couple of days which has made the blogging more difficult. It's funny, I actually miss the ol' residence. It is good to be home though, besides the fact that my mom has been telling me that I look like hell, and that my dad is being incredibly insensitive. Oh well. Otherwise it's all good. Saturday I started my day off with som
I went to my last class of first year today. And now I'm heading home. In depth blog to come, but as I depart I leave you with these scholarly words of wisdom: When in doubt, throw it out.
That's my new favourite masturbation euphamism. I came up with it while reading my chicks and flicks text book.
For...er a...suppah I...er a...would like..a... PAHRTY PLATTAH!!!!!!!!!
Last night I finished my final paper of the semester and headed to bed at three in the morning. I was looking forward to my five hours of sleep before the petitioning extravaganza. The whole night started off badly as I drifted off to the sounds of someone violently vomiting outside of my window, and it didn't improve. At four in the morning an alarm went off in my
Today was the big day. The culmination of my entire Human Rights class project. The big day where we stood outside and gave out free coffee and got people to sign our petitions. I was not looking forward to it at all. Last night I found out that we had made a mistake with our petitions. Unless you have a little blurb on every page of the petition about what you'
That is awesome! I'd be happy to grind my stuff into your business all the way to the top!
That was article sixty nine by the way.
In my extended family the ages at the kiddie table range from thirteen to twenty seven, yet as all the cousins get older my aunt still hides easter eggs out on the front lawn for us to hunt. Now this used to be a good 'ol fashioned hunt, but in the past five years we've had full-contact easter egg hunts where it's every person for themselves. Basically we all grab b
Mmmm back to stress. I have much to blog, but little sleep to do it on. I felt like posting something, but I don't have the energy right now to post on the various topics that are to come. Tomorrow when essay number two is handed in and essay three has until Wednesday night to get finished I'll blog away about such magical things as full contact easter egg hunts, 8
I love my Phantom and we waited until we were ready and safe and neither of us have any regrets.
Why? Who lives in the woods 'neath the willow tree? He'll explain sexual harassment to you and me!