weird how things come to an end....

Birthday Babe

Oh, Gillian,
Dearest girl.
Our home would be less without you.
Happy Birthday.

Icky, Ahhhh!!!! (As viewed by the K-bomb.)

We went to Ikea. Everyone seemed pretty pleased. Look at how nice the girls look.


Then we got lost, Gill and Krista were suddenly preggo, everything started looking the same and all of the pillows sucked. Also, did you know that every remotely good-looking guy who is in Ikea is married? Not that I was looking... Anyways, Krista was dizzy and in a pissy mood.


Gill said, "Now, Krista, you are sulking and looking like a 12 year old who sits down every chance she gets and makes sure that the world knows how unhappy she is that her mother made this shopping trip a 'must'," she also added, "Oh, no! I don't think so," and she shook her fist at the little, sulky girl.


With the oh-so-wise Ms. Higgins' fist quivering before her eyes, Krista made the more age-accurate discovery that in general, people will like you more if you don't look like you want to die. With this new concept, she put a smile on her face, and Gillian and Krista were friends once again. Oh dear, now we've lost Bethany! Whatever shall we do?


Ruth, Gillian and Krista found their way back to the lovely, magically knowledgable Bethany, who exclaimed, "Hey guys! Let's ride the carts down to the frozen yogurt place and get the hell out of here!" *Please note that Bethany never said "hell", nor did she eat a fro-yo, she ate a cinni-bun instead, though she did ride the hell out of our cart.


Anyways, Krista discovered that it only cost $3.70something to buy 3 fro-yos and 2 cinni-buns, she was blown away. Shortly after that, all four girls were shocked to find that Ikea offers complimentary phones, and Roof discovered the news that every Mother has been long awaiting.... Complimentary Clean Diapers!!! The girls wondered outloud, "How does Ikea make any money?" Oh wait, it's because Satan runs Ikea's friggen show.


Then, exhausted and worn thin, the four roomies cancelled all other amazingly exciting appointments and drove off into the sunset.
The End.

gillian misses nicholas,

brother dear. Meet my ponytail. It is nice. You are nice.

With love from Edmonton and the gross house you refused to live in.

Bethany

We have been joined in our basement by a certain brunette whose glory shines straight. This spot in space is dedicated to Bethany. To our own Archie Comic look-a-like, to her sculking and dancing, to her ricotta cheese and spinach, sunflower-seeded cookies, and striped shirts.

New roomie... (I love you, Ender.)

I would like to announce the arrival of our newest Commune member, Ender.
He is a Simamese fighter, but mostly he's a wimp. I'm pretty sure everyone residing here, including David, (our compost,) could take him.

Ian thinks that he will die within the week. Apparently he's "not used to Edmonton's cold climate."
Fraser told me that if I gave him a gun, he'd shoot himself.

I think that maybe instead of planning his funeral we should welcome him with open arms. Isn't that what we're all about; acceptance, community, etc.? Ender just needs a little love. Don't be so hard on him.

A small girl, with a big heart for 6 rooms' new roomie,
Krista

I always want thing to change. When things finally change I always want them to go back to the way they were. Strange how I can never be fully satisfied with whats happening in my life. Being a fulltime dreamer would be awsome, because you could just dream and never have to live out you dream. Then you would find out your dream kind of wasnt all you though it would be. Mike was a dink today.

Steve

durito

how often do we walk with truly open eyes? must we live our lives in solitude, seeking only those things that bring joy or fulfillment to ourselves?

"this city is sick," durito writes to me; "it is sick from loneliness and fear. it is a great collective of solitudes. it is a collection of cities, one for each resident. it's not about sums of anguish (do you know of a loneliness without anguish?), but about a potency; each loneliness is multiplied by the number of lonely people that surround it. it is as though each person's solitude entered a house of mirrors, like those you see in the country fairs. each solitude is a mirror that reflects another solitude, and like a mirror, bounces off more solitudes." (marcos)

even a smile, across a crowded street. .. a lifted face, a bridge between souls. .. an ackowledging nod. .. a whispered hello. ..
life is mine to share.

near life experience

my fiercely beating heart and the unmistakable look of terror on the face of White-Car Driver bring to mind a recurrent thought i've been having........

death is one of those events that we don't have much influence over. it will happen to all of us eventually but in most cases the where and the when are essentially a mystery. the unique situation that i find myself in is one that has allowed me to pinpoint to some degree of accuracy the circumstances under which this event will occur. the time and the place will remain a mystery, at least until hindsight offers those that remain an unobscured view of the event. for myself however, knowledge of the mechanics of the situation will provide at least some element of warning.

the critical observer might find himself aching at this point to share with me the glaringly obvious in the form of unsolicited advice. yes friends, as difficult as it may be for some of you to believe, my miniscule brain has also considered the ramifications of recognizing even a small part of the circumstances surrounding my death. think of the power that would come with the ability to prolong your life indefinitely. simply avoid those situations that will bring about your demise, and life will continue. the sad truth is that the such power often comes at the expense of enjoyment and life fulfillment. the sheer excitement that comes from spinning down a strip of asphalt in an 80km/h metal top is not something easily surrendered. perhaps it is moments such as that, with the years and trees flashing before your eyes that enable you to truly remember what it means to be alive. it is a reminder of the unpredictability and fragility of this thing we call life. so although every time that i step into a car with peter jorgesen i recognize a bit more clearly that it could be my final ride, it is not something that i can easily let go of simply to grasp at one more day on earth.

Crazy Eyes

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rank bo

Whoever let the stank out in here better come forward!

Anonymous

Perf

*Crashing and spilling.*
"Hey, Krista, was that you or the kettle that said the F word?" ~ Steven

Our home...

...is a sleepy home.

Living room:
3:48 p.m. Sunday afternoon
5 beings; 4 blessed children napping.
Sleeping sounds.

So much peace.



I am ohsoverymuch awake.
Krista

Bread Girl

Bethany just walked in with bread. cool.

Steven

Ginger Girl

Gill smells like ginger. eww.

Steven

Hommme

Here it is: Our communal blog... I know you've been waiting for it.
Eight different lives crashing in head-on collisions...
Maybe it'll unfold here.
Check in, leave comments, love us,

KT