*sighs*

I just got a forwarded email from my parents about setting aside 60 seconds a day to pray to God.

...

*drops head onto keyboard*

Gad. I think this stemmed from the barely-counting-as-conversation I had over the holidays in which I was asked if I still believed in creationism, or if "my bizarre art college theories had changed that."

I simpled evaded that by saying, "Well we had to come from somewhere."

I think I want to move to Japan before I let my nuclear family know that religion has no place in my life. I don't think about it, I feel no connection about it, I don't worry about it, I don't really care about it. If anyone reads this that feels strongly otherwise with regards to your own set of beliefs, then good for you. I have nothing against you.

It just isn't for me.

*staggers into the library, wheezing*

Okay. There is one thing I absolutely despise about living in a huge city.

Despise, loathe, renounce, and utterly hate to the point of being nauseous.

The fucking air. I had to walk down sixteenth avenue tonight to drop off resumes, and I nearly keeled over from the abominable stench of it all. It's not like sulphur and methane. It's carbon evil-oxides and who knows what other shit that the transit options spew out. I have no respiratory problems, but it makes me gag.

And the air inversions are worse. This city can be utterly disgusting.

I think I'm going to go burn incense and inhale cups of aromatic tea now.

And in other news the job-hunting is on. I've set my sights on Safeway, Shoppers Drug Mart, Earl's, Sears, HMV, the sushi bar across the street, the sex store across the street, a hair salon, a comic book store, an art supplies venue ... and another one I've forgotten but will hopefully remember if they call.

*rubs hands together* I have preferences out of that list ... but I'm poor. Yay poor.

And commission me!!

Take it away, Maji ...

For those who are wondering, Maji sings in upcoming chapters of tekMage that I will be posting on writing_days.

The tune is called "Kill Your Foes", by Ashley MacIssac, and even though the original tune is paired with a piano, he fiddles it.


Catherine cries three times a day
Laughter in her tears
The scent of death still lingers after seven years
And her house still stands
Still she plans with no more fears
Wonders why they wouldn't cry for Brian

Thomas left without a word
And all the ones he'd hurt
Round him, surround him, strike him
That's what he deserves

Danger's gone, it never was
So proud he served
Love's not love, push comes to shove
Love's so absurd

No one knows
Doors are closed
Kill your foes
How life flows
Don't die unless you must
If you must then die

Dan was blind
But in his mind, he still saw the earth
Dove's white wings
His wedding rings
His first child's birth

Until the end
Life was his friend
What a friend is really worth
It's simple now, the final bow
No more hurt


And, so my cousin says, singing and fiddling at the same time is bitch on your neck.