Art Therapy

I love art therapy. Just give me some paint, pencil crayons and glue and I'll spread my rage all over the page. That or I'll just concentrate so hard on drawing a straight line I'll stop thinking about everything that pisses me off so my mind gets some relaxation time. I figure if I can keep up with my quiet rage I can get enough practice in art therapy to become a pretty decent artist.

Yesterday I made a barfing glitter self portrait. It was for my in box at work.

Brotherly Love?

Libby Mae Brown: "I been workin' here at the D.Q. for about, um... eight months? Seven? I don't know, somethin' like that, it's fun. Just do the cones... make sundaes, make Blizzards, 'n... put stuff on 'em, 'n... see a lot of people come in, a lot of people come to the D.Q... burgers... ice cream... anything, you know? Cokes... just drive in and get a Coke, if you're thirsty."

My brother called and woke me up at 8am on a Saturday to tell me that he got me a job for when I arrive in Winnipeg. At the Dairy Queen. As awesome as this is of my brother, I really hope I don't have to take it. I haven't worked fast food since I was 15 and that was only for 3 months. I was really hoping I'd never have to do that again. I don't even eat fast food. Or meat. And I'm definitely not the Queen of Dairy. I prefer vanilla soy milk on my cereal.

If I do have to take it, I'll be wearing the pictured expression throughout every shift and quoting Libby Mae Brown whenever asked how I like working at the DQ.

I'm also going to make sure my name tag says Libby Mae.

Bloody Murder Anyone?

I've been watching the final season of Six Feet Under this past week and I've come to the conclusion that I don't really like any of the characters on the show. I'm kinda hoping that the last episode turns into a gore-fest and Billy Chenowith (Jeremy Sisto) murders everyone in a shock-horror blood bath. Now wouldn't that be fun?

I think I am sad

Boo. My favourite little blonde, Dolly of the Paper Dollhouse has deleted her blog. I hope she comes back but if not she will be sadly missed. This Brigitte is for her.

Free Natalie!

Sober is the new high

May 1st I quit smoking weed and drinking coffee. I'm glad to say it's been rather easy. Clear thinking, a less groggy wake up and the ability to dream and remember those dreams is something I can get used to. Since moving to Vancouver I've wasted too much time sitting around getting high and doing nothing to write home about.

Now that my brain is clear my decision making skills are less wishy washy so I've put them to good use. My first and most important decision was to make a move and move I shall. To Winnipeg. In September. Vancouver is just not my town. Yes we all love the extended summer but I couldn't think of any other reason to stay.

In Winnipeg I have a brand new nephew and a step-nephew. I also have a brother and a sister-in-law I've only met once. Add on the many friends, the cheap rent, my previous enjoyment of Winnipeg and my extreme love of snow...well I just no longer have any excuses to not live there. My excuse used to be Winnipeg's too seasonal film industry but I've quit that racket so it's time to head home.

I miss the sense of family I've been lucky enough to have in every other place I've lived. I've always had a family of friends even when my blood kin weren't around. Out here I'm a part of nothing and I don't quite fit in when an opening has been presented.

I'm so excited about the snow!