Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Oh the whims of a camera-phone.
Taken in Starbucks attached to the Chapters on Robson Street. It made me laugh while I was waiting for the bathroom.
Impish and energetic.
I have felt like really writing for days now, but even my ferry rides have been taken up by other people lately. I don’t like to be rude which necessitates at least some conversation and no notebook in front of me. Since I believe… Continue Reading “Impish and energetic.”
Sufficiently charmed.
The government collections guy just called me at work to let me know that my transfer-tax file is all cleared up (I guess the bank got the forms in), and although he would normally just send the information by mail – he didn’t want… Continue Reading “Sufficiently charmed.”
Oh. The pettiest bureacratic nightmares. How they fuck things up.
I’ve been stretching thin my charm skills over the last several weeks in dealing with a situation involving my home and a lien the government has put on it due to my bank’s negligence in filling out paperwork. As many of you know, I… Continue Reading “Oh. The pettiest bureacratic nightmares. How they fuck things up.”
Wish I could just get to the fish.
I’ve been ridiculously hard-working lately at my paid job which is partly an offshoot of trying to get in everyone’s good books so my move to Victoria can happen. Who knows if it will work – but it makes me feel like I’m doing… Continue Reading “Wish I could just get to the fish.”
Red Cedar 