pictures

me being all artsy and whatnot

















Taken by my home in Northern Arm















St. John's
















Once again, back home. The remains of an old treehouse me and my neighbors tried building. It wasn't bad...about as complete as anything we ever did.

















I've gotta fool around with my camera some more. I find that - on a bright day - the sky comes out pinkish

Vacation Time Just East of the Maritimes

It ryhmes.
Get used to it. It's how I run things around here.

Being quite aware that nobody will probably read this (because I've basically told everyone to stop reading this), I have decided to write anyway. I'm - just - that - crazy.

I'm gonna skip all the stuff about how beautiful the weather is, and what I've been in to, and where I've up to, and all the usual vacation fare.

I "feel" a little different.
I think my mindset has changed, in a good way, if you wanna pick sides. I'm hoping that this will carry over when I return to work in Edmonton (which doesn't really exist right now - just when I get there. If I get there.) But, I'm a little concerned that once I hit the mind-dissolving routine of work and day-to-day life I'll slip.
I hate the feeling of desperation, but when the bills pile up and the creditcards eat at your
soul, I'll probably forget that I was ever in Newfoundland this summer.

I've a confession to make: I've not thought of you until this very moment when I had to go ruin it by checking your blogatories. I've not thought of work, or anything to do with edmonton. It feels like I've been here a very long time.
Alberta was all just a dream. I don't actually have a job to go to in EDMONTON, do I? And I don't actually have to go there on Teusday. right? THIS Teusday?

CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE
damnit! CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!

hot change will do you good

I always heard those words when that song would play

"a little hot change will do you good"

I've heard it so much in my head over the past however many years, that I don't think I will ever hear it otherwise.

so, here's a little hot change for you
I'm not gonna be posting here very much anymore.
I have to pick my battles, you see.

I can't have three battles going on at once, it's confusing.

I have a new website -> www.thekirk.ca
there's a blog of sorts there

I have a myspace ---> http://www.myspace.com/majorkirk
both have BLOGS, though I probably won't use the latter one.

I may still post my most innane and inappropriate thoughts here. So I won't delete it for a while

word

hey, guys, I'm pregnant

I'm a preggo, and this time I'm not referring to spagetti sauce.
I got knocked up...real old school.

yup...that's me. Look what I've gotten myself into this time, gang!
oh, silly me!


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April fools, bitches!

I really had you all going.

oh, my.
but I guess nobody will read this until after noon (i.e. in the afteroon) when - for whatever reason - the april fooler becomes incapacitated.
But I can totally claim retroactive tom-foolery here

Cake or Death?

I chose Molasses Cake
and I did a decent job. My first time and, if I must say so myself, it ain't far off mom's best.
once I figure out how to make her blueberry pudding w/ brown sugar sauce, I'll have no more need for her.

No Sweeter Pain

This ones a little out of character, I suppose. And it doesn't really draw on any personal experience, since I've never really had a relationship with a femme fatale!

When she sees the blood, she comes rushing for the kill
There's nothing left to me when she's done
But I've had my share of poison
it's a wonder I can stand
So when the claws come out I open up my arms

There's no better fire to burn you
Than when you get your precious heart torn in two
This hollow melody echoes true
now, can't you see
There's no sweeter pain, more holy shame
to haunt your memory

When she smells fear, she can tell just where I am
All I see is red, but I'm as pale as a ghost
The world may not revolve around me
but it sure spins awful fast
There's blood in my eyes, she saves the worst for last

Future Goals #4 (I think)

I want to be chased by a killer, make it to my door, and fumble with my keys like an idiot. Will I get in at the last minute?
who knows?