Raising Zoeyjane

simple, new and old school

Month: November, 2010

This is not what poverty in Vancouver looks like.

I’m supposed to be working right now, and I will be again soon despite the fact that I have so far written for nearly eight hours today and have, oh, I don’t know, maybe 35 more hours ahead of me in the coming four days, but I had to write because there’s something in my [...]

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You CAN always get what you want, if you’re not me, specifically (Or Lindsay Lohan)

So, I’m high. Being high after so very very long not being high feels kind of like coming across your dad’s porn stash, and half-listening, half-focusing on another of the five senses. Literally and figuratively. It’s like, I’ve had about 10 cups of coffee, and then, on top of it? Someone let me loose around [...]

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On Counting Down

Christmas is almost over, here. The tree’s been built and slathered in glittery objects. The presents are bought and portioned into their recipient-designated bags in my storage locker, under joke-of-a-lock and flimsy key – where wandering eyes and fingers of preschoolers cannot stray, but robbers probably could if they really wanted a new toss cushion [...]

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