We’ve moved!

Our new digs can be found at:

http://michelle.users.geeky.net

A bit scattered… but mostly there…

anyway.

word!

PPS – Joscelyn is SUCH a good big brother!

I melted when I saw this picture.

Just like when chocolate is left on a dashboard, or plastic bags are left on burners when making bread (right, Juan?)

PS – I know I said no more posts ’til all of this was over but…

This felt too damn good.

Ali’s got the magic touch.

he: “i will keep sending these to you every five
minutes until… no there will be no end.”

me: “LseKerjiwoerrghr!!! ENOUGH! 10 more minutes and that’s final, do you please hear? I don’t care if you’re all flanelized… JUST, don’t make me put on the sumo suit.”

Musings

• Pomegranate seeds in Baba Ghanouj is the shit, I don’t care what anyone says.
• Miss Lenangst won 500 pts in my books with the lines “Your hair is reminiscent of a self-digesting yak in heat” and “(not because your hair is)” and “(only because you like yaks)“*
• Mike thinks I’m “cruel for sending him a link like that without warning.“**
• Ali should move to Montreal, and how. (and soon!)***

*Produced by the Surrealist Compliment Generator, which also pumped out other charming things such as “Your dashingly colored toupee twists my right boot into a state of ennui with the speed and dexterity of many lemon meringue-coated conquistadors“

**From the istheshit.net website. Do venture!

***It was awesome seeing you! Come back soon! Thank you for the sweet sweet pain doré and chocolate-banana crêpes!

Feliz Cumpleaños Monkaye!!!

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*EDIT*

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Persons needed. Apply within.

We Dr. Mario folk look out for each other:

Subject: A very good friend needs some friends

Gentlemen, I am doing you a favour. My dear friend Michelle Sabourin, has recently moved to Montreal. By recently, I mean August. She has also recently (tonight) expressed a desire to meet people whom I hold in high esteem in Montreal. Seeing as I hold you both in some esteem, you will do.

Michelle Sabourin is a hot, classically trained French dancer from northern ontario who may have lived on your floor in first year and who studied engineering before she studied hydrology at waterloo. She was a Turnkey, and she throws a mean potluck. She likes concerts, costumes and 16th century Russian ballet, and if either of you have time to hang out individually, or space to invite her to one of your parties, she would be very happy.

Hope you are well,
K.

Thank you. You will forever be my black sheep.♥

Sigh then scream?

scream then run?

flail then flop?

I can’t wrap my head around it. So much is happening, yet not. Many changes, but with it so much loneliness and boredom and angst and I just want to shoot me.

I count my lucky stars. Much love, in letter form, has been coming through and leaving my brothel of a mailbox here in Montreal. Maybe it even started back in Waterloo, in late summer. I flippin’ love snail mail, like I love chocolat mendiant ice cream on the Seine or bubble wrap or maybe even fiendishly playing tricks on friends who somehow still speak to me.

I’ve been reconnecting with long-lost people that are still dear to me. Sans aucune préparation. Delightfully unexpected.

I met my niece for the first time, which reduced me to a blubbering mess. (I should have seen that coming. Honnêtement…)

So why, then, do I still feel this way?

I give me another month and a half here. See where my stance is. If I still feel like I’m in an inverted facelock brainbuster, I’m effin’ blowing this pop stand. If, rather, I feel like I’ve got it all in an inverted Indian Deathlock, then…

 

..then I’ll be effin’ JUICED.

Sophie!

I’m an aunt! I’m an aunt!

Elle s’appelle Sophie, 7 livres 3 onces…

More to follow!