Tuesday, June 13, 2006

okay. posting is not high on the priority list as weather has become far too enticing to be in the house and there are always too many people around in the evening for me to get into it. having tired of whining about life i now seem to be at a loss for words.

randomly:

spent grocerie money on wine crates, beer and chips. have decided to spontaneaously invite people over as much as possible and drink alot.

job interview proccess has begun. unemployment guy very amicable. wished me luck.
unemployment office is in heart of exotic dancer neighborhood. was mistaken for hooker by several north african tourists. if job process fails perhaps there could be a career in dancing.

my children are adorable. this weekend is their school picnic. don't have the money to pay this semester's tuition. hope they will be able to return in fall. public school is predjudiced and outdated. not to mention in german. already stinted one child's development can not sacrifice the others to this warped institution.

must come up with sponsors for annual international bazaar. big job. haven't started yet. procrastinating.

must apply for cdn passport. haven't had one in over 10 years. lost it in the shifts.
must get driver's lisense renewed. then exchange it for long overdue local one. currently not with valid permit.
am casually fading into identity-less-ness.
no real desire to respect the law actually.
but necessary i suppose.

weeds to attend to.

will call Evil Genious later for some medieval club news and such.

sculptor-widow friend coming at four to tell me all about her new life with menopause.

there is a project brewing and i must scrounge the guts to call Mr. Big who is the man with the power.

do i dare eat a peach?

5 comments:

James Scolari said...

1) bureaucracy wants us to mistake identification for identity... don't let them fool you.

2) by all means, fill the house with drunken friends. helps you remember why you like it there.

3) exotic dancing? huge money in it, if you've got the bod... go for it... become like the pagan priestesses of old, before the patriarchy ruined everything by replacing the earth mother with the sky father.

4) after all this time, blogging that you don't do anything but mosey around the garden, you're finally revealed to be neck-deep in life. who'd have thunk it?

5) eat the peach, absolutely.

Blue Fairy said...

more like an old pagan peach eating priestess who's got life worming out her eye holes and dances drunken in the garden of mis-identification as bachus feasts on her fiesty freinds and all is merry tra-la

Blue Fairy said...

and i am a flabby fat cow in heat grazing contentedly on fermented berries and mooing at the north african tourists in mock astonishment.

Blue Fairy said...

hmn...must have been the rosé

James Scolari said...

lol... waiter, I want some of what she had!