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i know julien through residence at ubc. no, wait. that's a lie. it was through pride. neither one of us are ultra-fond of it anymore. julien always knows how to push the envelope. music. clothing. art. i've always felt a little small next to his star, but i'm comfortable there. very comfortable, in fact. |
| alicia is the ringleader of the feared northern lumberjacks, a rag-tag group of people from the far north who...jack lumber, i would assume. or something. something silly along those lines. right now, she lives in the great dark beyond (alternately a little hick town called quesnel). she's supposed to be coming back soon...so we can go harrass the peoples again. and eat toast. like old times. |
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remember cinderella? and the evil stepmother? this ain't her. ever since fate has brought us together under the same roof, annie has filled this strange gap in my life. with warmth. funny how these things happen when you move out. |
| graeme lives in the great far beyond. too fucking far if you ask me my opinion. too fucking cool, though. i mean, where else in the world can you succumb to beautiful hedonism for $2.25 (oh, sorry, 2.25$) a bottle (don't you even fucking consider forgetting to tip) and practice your french in the same night? much to his chagrin, i angst away about my family, my social/love life and my pocketbook (oh, what a non-jew am i). oh, i also have to note that this photo doesn't do him justice. not one bit. glory. glory. hallelujah. |
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i can't remember ever shaking sarah's hand and saying "hi! i'm mike, but everyone calls me 'scary.'" oh, well. sarah is a babe. who seems to steal half of all the clothing i own. sucks to be me, i guess. sarah also has a penchant for drinks that she likes to call "coffee," even though they are often anything but. i'll teach her one day. what real coffee is. perform some kind of exorcism. that evil green siren is a wiley one, but i think she's met her match in me. |
| this spot was once held by a...consummate...individual. however, as of late, their presence in my life has become somewhat troublesome. this slot will have to be left blank until a replacement is found. until that time, please enjoy this convenient place-holder image of norwegian singer-songwriter even johansen (alias: magnet). |
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i adore coffee. with every iota of my essence. the gentleman (on the right), however has gotten me to love tea. andrew greeted me one day when i entered a tea shop masquerading as a slick café. i dreamt that he was flirting with me. i still do. don't know if he likes girls or boys or both or neither. but every time i see him, my heart goes boom boom boom. there's no bullshit to the convos. there's just...something there? |
| this is sean. he's eating soup. i think it was beef stew with black beans and carrots. i forget. either way, we're non-husbands (we live together and cook for each other, but don't fuck). everyone else in the building is either clueless or convinced that we are fucking. but whatever; it's just better this way. all things aside, though, i think he's the only one who "gets" the dark side of my humour. and all bets are off when it comes to offensive jokes. |
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chris and i once enjoyed the carnal pleasures together. however, one april day, he abandoned me for japan. since he's come back, though, he's become one of my closest friends. we often talk about (the non-existance of) god and how i can be a jew and a humanist at the same time. he's kinda like hooters (minus the tits): delightfully [tasteless], yet unrefined. |