just keep swimming...just keep swimming.

So apparently I've been found out. Someone who I must have told about my blog, directed my ex here because he thought it would be...helpful? And so now despite being anonymous to mostly everyone else on here except a few bloggers i respect, I have been outed. Yah, I have a blog and I talk about my life. Sometimes the posts are up and manic and other times they are sad, weepy laments, someitmes angry rants. It's the one of the places I come to escape to blurt out the "gargled vomit" (thank you The Decemberists for that, great song, Los Angeles, I'm Yours)


Now what... I should censor? Have I said anything I should be ashamed of? NO. I regret nothing. Considering what I've accomplished this week, I'm not looking to trip myself up in any way, but I sure as hell am not going to stop using this blog, me, now, living alone and self sufficient, healthy, with my own computer and space and kick ass apartment. And MUSIC!

Freedom to sing, do my vocaljumping jacks, bellow at the top of my lungs on my days off. Beautiful, beautiful days off. I am productive, writing more and thinking, singing, voice improving sans cigarettes (STILL a non-smoker, I'm amazed), dreaming about stages. And though sometimes sad still about the ex beau, I know it is for the best. IT HAS to be the right thing, I have been getting EVERYTHING I need and want lately. Karma doesn't lie. But if YOU do, get ready for impact lady, because something's gonna take a big 'ole chunk out of your hind quarters.

It's a simple equation when you break it down, but I think it takes some special lessons to get it straight. Thanks teachers.

So write on, read on, sing on, move on. Wrote the bare bones of another song today. Joy to the muther fucking world, peeps.

people suck

I can't believe that someone I know, someone who I call a friend, would have sent this to my ex beau. I am embarassed for you. Whoever you are.

down with democracy!!

I can't believe how hard the government makes everything. I just want to vote. I know I'm a foreigner from Québec in this province but I do deserve to vote. When have I ever needed to prove where I lived? I need proof now. "A hydro bill...something like that with your address on it."

Is it me or has that never been the case up until a few years ago? Apparently they even require that information when you ARE registered to vote. Is there some bandit stealing people's identities for the sole pupose of voting in their place? Why has the government made it more difficult? Is it just the inevitable stranglehold of beaurocracy befuddling the volunteer workers for Elections Canada or has there been a decision made at some meeting in some boardroom that this is somehow advanced security. In the information age should it be this goddamned difficult for me to vote? Why the fuck has Bill Gates or some other techno hotshot come up with some computer-programmy-thingy to faciiltate the process for all of us?


Obviously it won't be ME at the helm of any technological conferences anytime soon, but why shouldn't it be easier to vote if that's what democracy truly means?


Or is it in the government's best interest to keep us in the trance of the mundane, fill our bellies full of TV and commerce and fast food.

Little too Bolshevik for ya? Just wanna go back to smoking your joint in front of your 800th viewing of a Family Guy episode or is there maybe room for you in this country's voting public?

Even though they will make it hard, I am still going to register and vote. I know this time, I am voting strategically because I'm not a huge fan of the leader of the party. And no, it's not Stéphane Dion, but his awkardness will go down,unparraleled, in Canadian history.

And it goes without saying that someone who supports the CBC, the arts and working families will never vote for Stephen "Children of the Corn eyes" Harper.


SIGH.


I wish you'd hit the road Jack, but you are the only horse I would bet against Harper in this thing.

Play ball.