LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

Allow me to introduce you to PETEY!

What a beaut!

Shoulda stayed in bed.

Today is totally one of those days where my "List of Things I'm Really Good At" looks like this:

Things I'm Really Good At (A list):

- Whining

- Making lists

All snuggling with Juelz is so forced for the first three minutes, and then she settles down and just falls asleep. But for those first three minutes, man.

dust them wings off

Some days, the best thing you can do is turn your phone off, turn Steve Earle's Townes on, book a flight to Austin, and play some Dr. Mario.

Things to look forward to, keep lookin' up.

Like a couple'a kids.

Sarah and I started decorating the apartment for Christmas today, which I could not be more excited about. We picked up a proper Christmas tree (in addition to our Christmas Rosemary shrub) and carried it home along Bloor belting out Christmas carols at the top of our lungs. Unfortunately we only know about three lines from any given carol, but it was quite the medley.


To keep things balanced, we also concocted a menorah for the windowsill.

Sarah and Jesse (in his Christmas sweater) next to their very first ever Christmas tree!


We semi-hid the mistletoe inside the silver bell, and Murphy is still hanging on our door in the background (the Halloween joke that will never die), but the place is starting to look pretty festive!

We've employed the use of several dozen candles, and the place smells like cinnamon and rollickin' good times. The first batch of holiday cookies is in the coffee table cookie tin, and the first hot chocolate with Baileys is in my belly.

Now I'm just going to listen to this on repeat for the next three days.

I'm not going to get into a metaphysical dialogue with you, Doc.

Hunkerin' down.


Hot damn this is good!

Consider!

Fogtron

I decided to take Timber out for a little goodbye cruise around the city...not too sure how many biking days we've got left. The fog slowly descending upon Toronto as the afternoon and evening wore on was absolutely beautiful, a perfect atmosphere to ride in for some much needed quiet time. I got lost in the wee hours of the morning, pedalling around.

whoopsie daisies

I've really gotta quit falling in love with myself through someone else's eyes.

Chorrring is borrrring.

Do dishes...or start getting creative with how I use the remaining clean kitchen utensils?

rill lyfe

Work is really busytown and everyone is having big flip outs about deadlines being met and such, so I did the responsible thing and took a time-out to draw teeth on my stapler.

Now it looks like a shark.

come with me, beer. the shower awaits!

Have you read this yet?
If not, do so immediately.

Then let's go out for coffee/brunch/beers/sitting/super happy fun times to talk about it.

If ever your life needs reassurance (or even if you just need something to read on the GO train to Ajax) this is the jam.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAA, TAKE IT.

Today was a GREAT day to be my mailbox! Postcard from a sweet babe, wedding invitation from two other sweet babes, and my official shirt of summer!

Goodbye, laundry. a-HOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYY, sailing!

Christopher Smith - Gently Gently from Boompa Records on Vimeo.

snugs & tugs

SNUGBOAT! AHOY!
eyes closed tight, ears open for the boat.

honkSHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Please stop kicking me, I am trying to sleep, you wonderful little rat.

On their way from London. David Pearson is phenomenal.

sure

you can dress it up in the borrowed cover of a book about evolution, but eventually you have to come to terms with the fact that you're reading a book entitled The Undomestic Goddess.

There is a rock in my foot.

S'what I get for taking off my shoes on a gravel road, I guess.

Telling you guys about my rock-foot problem is just another way in which I am procrastinating cutting my foot open and digging it out. It's really the worst. And it's right on the ball of my foot, too, so trying to pretend it's not there and carrying about my business really isn't an option. The whole thing is extra frustrating because there's some pancake party happening right now, and I really want to eat a million free pancakes, but instead I am typing nonsense to avoid pulling a stone out from my skin.

Last night we went to a party catered by Taco Bell, so in addition to my rock-foot, I also have some pretty swell heartburn going on. Did I need to eat 4 burritos? Probably not. But was I happy to do so? You know it. Also I drank two RedBulls in rapid succession in an attempt to stay awake, but eventually not even the lure of more T. Bell was enough to keep me standing, and I promptly went home (to the trailer) and fell asleep immediately. It was one of the coldest days ever in Austin yesterday, and as such, I woke up this morning wearing all of my clothes. Like...extra t-shirts, a cardigan, shorts on top of my pants, and a hoodie. I sleep-dressed myself, I guess, in an attempt to stave off the chill.

My hair looks like it got into a fight with something (probably the case) and I smell like what a bison probably smells like.

My favourite thing so far about being here is that tacos are just filled with meat. No one is cramming any lettuce or tomato or onion on there. It is a straight up corn tortilla (all of them freshly made and delicious beyond belief and reason) and it is jam-packed with the most well-seasoned meat. I was wary at first (where is my filling, you know? I felt a bit robbed) but that was ill-placed concern. The quality of food is unreal (I wish someone would bring me some food right now).

Also, our neighbours just came over to the trailer, and here is the exact conversation.

"Hi......are you awake?"
"Yes. There is a rock in my foot."
"I think I broke a rib. Look, seriously, look at this."

----

Okay. It is time. We are going to soak my foot in water and then slice it open with the haphazard medical supplies we found in their house. Despite the fact that we're going to use a butterknife to do this, there is, at least, a bandaid.

things i have learned in the past 48 hours

- pulled pork is the best meal of any time of day
- i love texas
- music? whatever
- 18 Budweisers cost $14
- holly and i threw the best sxsw unofficial party in the history of unofficial parties (actuially)
- MAn in the Mirror is MJ's greatest hit
- i am fucking hammered right now
- two coffees is $3.01. weird? yes
- there is a goat -- who was pardoned by the governor of texas -- who lives two houses over
- the wooden sky remains my favourite toronto band
- fish tacos are gross, chicken tacos fell right out of heaven
- there is no hot water in our shower
- Elliott Brood is the best band ever
- So is Lucero and JTE, and ESPECIALLY, so is free wooden spoonds
- if you hit a wooden spoon against your leg for two hours straight, you will have MASSIVE black bruises
- our neighbours are from nashville, and they are the best human beings in existence
- free booze is always the best time in the world
- except for free, self-grilled hot dogs over the fire
- record company parties with the Trews singing are 100% better if you sing michael jackson louder
- texas is SO COLD HOLY FUCK
- basketball SUUUUUCKS
- Party Turtle is so much more responsible than you
- if you wanna make the world a better place, you've gotta look at yourself and then MAKE. A. CHANGE.
- if you have a chance to hang out IN a creek, you have the golden key to the best life

8 hours, drinking in a creek, singing michael jackson, playing chatroulette, eating a million tacos, seeing your favourite band play, dancing to the Boss...life can't be more amazing.


I wish I could stay here forever. Just like every other place I visit, this place is home immediately.

eggs benny

I MADE YOU!

"There are no pictures of cats inside of watermelons on the internet"

WRONG.

sleep tight

My new bedspread has arrived!
OH! glorious day.

People who are now angry that their beds are located on the floor:
- Juelz

ta-ta.

Please forward any questions/comments/concerns/hilarious stories to:

1 Oceanside Bar
32 Degree Weather Way
Land of Tortillas and Tequila
AWESOME

which is where I can be found from now until Feb 11th.

Also, please do not be upset with a delay in response from me. Juan Francisco (my mail-carrying dolphin) is doing the best he can.

old pleasures.

It reminds me of chasing Star through high grass and the smell of leather and horse breath and coyote howls in the evening.

I can't wait to have my own little farm.