Finally after an hour and a half of fidgeting about as much IRL as across the intertubes and my phone, I may begin to type. It’s been several months since I’ve written anything like what I am going to be indulging in writing tonight. A Journal-style blog post, regardless of how interesting my life may or may not be. This shit’s only measurable in comparison anyway. Oh so much has been learned and absorbed in these past months. How’s about starting with skipping the part about feeling SO BLOODY UNWORTHY OF PUBLIC SPEAKING.

Fok y’all.

FOOK y’all.tumblr_m5d7z1saCA1ru0qyqo1_500

(woah. WordPress is awesome)

Skipping the part about being unworthy however shall not excuse me from the threat of eventually writing more than I do live, nor does it excuse me from the very real threat of climbing up top a high horse. (well, I could install an imaginary elevator in the horse’s mid-section. That way I could sit in there comfortably in a glass cylinder with 24 hour access to the ground and back if I so please) – on that note, buckle your seat belts, the ADD thought-path train is going to be a bumpy ride.


(And it has already begun) (All hail memes and the desensitization of universally understated copyright infringement) (Shhh)

Note: My boyfriend, let’s call him something other than his real name – henceforth he shall be referred to as Bleepman. Pronounced as if it were a Jewish family name. (- – he’s a tall strong redsky native dude, no ethnic pun here) I do want to make mentions of Bleepman. Bleepman is mention-worthy.

Bleepman and I have been here for 2 weeks 1/2. We arrived in a train, it was lovely. That was then, this is now. We’ve been staying at a (~~ reknown) Youth Center (~~~~~) near down town Halifax (near the ocean!) (kk whatever).

(look, it’s just that ocean water is stinky. Don’t get me wrong, I keep seashells from the shore on my bedside window. uch love the the vastly outwards extending water)(that smells like slightly rotten seafood)(the slightly detail makes it confusing when you’re really hungry, and you, like me, love seafood with a hungry passion)

Bleepman has spent every day with me since we got here. Back in New-Brunswick, I was in tears of panic at the idea of not being able to lodge with him. Well, he heard me out. Put a plan together so that we may immediately move into a room of our own. What happened to that plan is that I heard him out – this happens with us allot. (man, we hear each other out) In a nutshell, I saved him and us months of hastle by volunteering to select the alternative – a shelter.

This is not a shelter – this is a pleasant surprise! This is creme-de-la-creme lodging if you know how to compare one eventuality to another, as a homeless individual. (homeless human being, don’t be racist, people are animals too)

And now for a random food photo, jyuss cause I’m a flaming hipster, underground enough not to even have to apply a filter. Feast your eyes:

image > We are fed. We are fed allot – as much as we like for that matter. More specifically, I am fed. Diet food. For my dieting fetish. (fap fap fap)

I am a diet freak and I get to eat. (the fetish bit was sarcastic you sick Japanese fucks)(Pardon my french)(I am* French)

Today I asked to put veggies in a blender. They took the thing out for me, showed me how to use it and extracted as many different kinds of fruit or vegetable from the fridge as they could gather. We added water, salt, pepper, soya sauce… Oh my jesus on a cracker. I had ham and freshly mixed cold-soup. I did I did!!!!


(thank you google images, you’re cool. You make me cool.)

And because I feel like it, here’s summing up backwards and then forwards again. Time order is decidedly over-rated here. Back to post-breakfast pictures & beyond: (it makes sense to me)(you’re in MY house)

(I don’t have a house)

(pseudo-homeless with a roof on my head) Okay, let’s go:



A few construction workers. What is interesting about this photo? Nothing much other than Bleepman and I enjoying poops and giggles at how stand-by 75% of them were. It’ seemed like a floc of managers throwing a stare-at-the-others manager party, actively doing nothing but seemingly that.

” Yep – lookin’ good ”


We walking into a mall when the heat was difficult to bare. This print of a watercolor painting caught my attention. I like that the wording is in modern slang. This little girl evoked personality familiarity in me. (so deep)

No really, though. I thought it was cute. (fuck the poe-leece, fuck them gov’ment)(oppose authoritah)(Hello, I’m shy)


Took a few pictures and videos of the glass part of a glittery lava lamp. Those glitters were swirling so beautifully I couldn’t resist!




Walking down town where the buildings get bigger and the ocean is nearer, a little farther than where the richer folk had their lunches and fancy iced-this-and-that slushy smoothy frappuccino drinks or whatnot (beyond the froufrou) there was this Piano. I don’t know anything about Pianos but I (am) learning the ukulele. This has been helping me understand music a little better. I sat at this thing and played a few notes, listening to coordinate them with each other in match with a couple tunes in my head. The sound was beautiful – it was allot more similar to a music box sound than the piano at my grandmother’s place back in Montreal. Her’s was plain and black, like something made and purchased recently. This thing looks old.

If anyone knows anything about pianos, feel free to show off in the comments. I’d like to hear about it.


Two pigs decos. They look like they’re fighting. (I was betting on the white one)(royalty can suck these nuts)


Me wearing my favorite dress. It’s an indian-style dress that Bleepman gifted me shortly after we’d met, in Moncton (N-B). I love this dress allot. It was sold in a booth as part of a cultural even on Main street. (the main street)(am I supposed to mention that?) – couldn’t get a website or store location out of the woman who sold it to us. It seemed to be that small a business that they mainly did events.

Hm. I’m kinda brown.


or yeller.image

Something I doodled while asking for change last night. It was allot of fun because I really needed an escape. That’s the thing about doodling, hunh. It helps.

Got some strange questions about the process. One guy asked me if there was a negative at the back of the page. Okay, there are no stupid questions, kinda. (respect) But – why so specific? I did enjoy the pertinent question of whether or not it involved symmetry. (well, the same bright fella asked me if it was symmetrical) (iiiiit’s okay, I’m leaving the benefit of the doubt to the artistically challenged eye – but no, you know. It’s not symmetrical.)(.) > I explained to him however that almost every part of it was it’s own symmetry, in a way. Hadn’t quite realized that about what I like to draw until then. The little parts have symmetry lines, but they differ in the asymmetries that allow them to flow into each other and evolve.


Bleepman saw that my dieting was putting me down. Being mocked about how abnormal my food concoctions seemed at the dinner table was a giggle’s worth at first but it put me in a mope on second thought. He suggested we watch a movie. (purring kitten Gaby was pleased) I picked Mockingjay part1 – or the password for the sleep function in Bleempan’s brain. Nothing puts this man to sleep in a public environment. (in this case, the youth center living room) This movie did, though.image


Made him this collage for when he’d wake up.

= = =

That’s all for today. It’s 2:01am, I will be woken up at 8am as per usual on week days. (oh well) – Already looking forward to coffee and garlic/herb cream cheese English muffins. My butt is soar from sitting where my pillow goes.

– Gaby


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