socks on their cocks

i want some sweet candy that slowly dissolves in my mouth while mixing with all my juices and becoming part of me; or something so chewy that it makes my jaw ache and i have to pick my teeth gratuitously in public allowing all those who watch a truly visceral experience.

you should check out nigel: he's trying to work the phrase 'anarcho-hipster' into conversation and having trouble...maybe you can help him out. (www.aharshwind.blogspot.com). he a one-post wonder at present but except the best. he bought me a cactus so i know good things are on their way!

damn car alarms...one is going off right now and adding to my snow-mold induced head-ache.

i think when my payment goes through on my credit card i am going to buy a new vibrator and some pornographic magazines...you think i'm kidding but...

i was just remembering that i saw mike watt and the minute men open for the red hot chilli peppers. that was a weird show...mike watt's tiny band on this ginormous stage playing for a bunch of people who just wanted to see anthony kiedis and flea with socks on their cocks.

so lately i have become pretty defensive of alberta and the prairies. i think it's all a DIRECT result of my relationship with fuckface john. he hated it here and he took every possible opportunity to slam alberta. i will admit that we have some pretty major problems here none of which are helped by our redneck-neo-fascist-alcoholic-privatize-first-ask-questions-later premier...but I didn't vote for him. in fact, a lot of people didn't vote for him. he was elected by a small minority of rich business men in a province with lame-ass voter turnout. shit, if they ran a communist party of canada candidate provincially in my riding i'd vote for him just to take one step further from the ruling oil barron right...i digress. the point is that we are NOT all rednecks or making money from oil in alberta...

i also started to get really defensive about edmonton in general. i will admit to hating it here and always really wanting to leave but the more john raved about their being nothing cool to do here and how vancouver was so much better...blah blah blah the more annoyed i got so i began to search out cool things to do JUST to contradict him...now, some of my favourite bands are local...and all in attempt just to have something to argue with john about!

the rhythm method: no babies allowed.

so, this is probably the most disjointed fifteen feet of pure white snow has ever been...maybe it's the lack of sleep and the mainlining of highly caffeinated aspartamed liquid...meh! we can't all be perfect all the time...

xo alice.

p.s. i still want candy