It's snowing madly. Beautifully. Like feathers.
Nothing softer, more etheral or more transcient.
Smother me.
Friday, January 02, 2004
Thursday, January 01, 2004
So it's 2004. I entered this year a little high on coolers, with cameras and chips at a party that was hosted by a complete stranger. It wasn't that bad really....
hyper-friends
Me with friend who had tooooo much to drunk. I mean drink.
This was not planned. Adrian you dweeb!!
nor was this. Adrian you double dweeb!!
Me with groovy chick
I know what you did Last year
Way to go to the groovy chick back there who can do 163 blows in 1 minute with one nostril.
Charming
And we played nintendo and cards. And I was buried in the snow. Twice. came running back in, shivering, with cuts and bruises and snow down my crack. And They were doing some kinda weed thing i think. My jacket came out covered in ash.
Yes it was a pretty ok party.
But No, it was a terrible way to usher in the new year.
2004 crept in under a blanket of swearing, irritation and impatience.
We started this pristine brand new year, shivering in the slush, swearing at automated Translink messages, stranded at the 22nd and Rupert busstop. Grumpy. Pissing everyone off. Now would be a good time to roll into the gutter and proclaim 2004 to be a complete and utter failure.
But I won't I guess, that's where God's grace comes in I guess. To salvage.
That's what was missing as the needle rolled over 12.
God.
hyper-friends
Me with friend who had tooooo much to drunk. I mean drink.
This was not planned. Adrian you dweeb!!
nor was this. Adrian you double dweeb!!
Me with groovy chick
I know what you did Last year
Way to go to the groovy chick back there who can do 163 blows in 1 minute with one nostril.
Charming
And we played nintendo and cards. And I was buried in the snow. Twice. came running back in, shivering, with cuts and bruises and snow down my crack. And They were doing some kinda weed thing i think. My jacket came out covered in ash.
Yes it was a pretty ok party.
But No, it was a terrible way to usher in the new year.
2004 crept in under a blanket of swearing, irritation and impatience.
We started this pristine brand new year, shivering in the slush, swearing at automated Translink messages, stranded at the 22nd and Rupert busstop. Grumpy. Pissing everyone off. Now would be a good time to roll into the gutter and proclaim 2004 to be a complete and utter failure.
But I won't I guess, that's where God's grace comes in I guess. To salvage.
That's what was missing as the needle rolled over 12.
God.
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Today I wrestled, fought, built and played...
in a winter wonderland.
Adrian wearing his heart out on his face
Note: it almost never snows here
This baby has like 5 parents
I love this shot. Looks like the thing slapped Adrian
Post Soccer Damage
And it seeps into even when you're showering. When Adrian decides to sneak up into the next cubicle to dump snow on unsuspecting you.
You ought to be slapped.
in a winter wonderland.
Adrian wearing his heart out on his face
Note: it almost never snows here
This baby has like 5 parents
I love this shot. Looks like the thing slapped Adrian
Post Soccer Damage
And it seeps into even when you're showering. When Adrian decides to sneak up into the next cubicle to dump snow on unsuspecting you.
You ought to be slapped.
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Monday, December 29, 2003
Sunday, December 28, 2003
There are few pleasures in the world that can measure up to waking up on a wintry morning to see the sun stream in and the world engulfed in a curtain of snow. Especially if it's the day after christmas, and you're wearing your christmas present: warm wooly pajamas with sheep bears and clouds. Beautiful.
But why can't I help but... eat?
But why can't I help but... eat?
