i actually love cleaning controllers at work, especially the ones for playstation 3. each one is proof that humans are filthy + don’t take care of their belongings but i find it incredibly satisfying to scrap all that junk out of the seams in the plastic + make them clean + buyable. i could literally clean controllers for hours + be super pleased about it.


inexplicably, mario kart + most other racing games have become really stressful for me to play.
does this mean i’m getting old/do you realize how much my boyfriend loves video games that involve driving?


yesterday, at work:

i’m behind the counter pulling video games (a.k.a: removing them from their cases to file them so they are not stolen/damaged on the floor) + suddenly there is a little girl in front of me, sizing me up.
i say: “hello.”
she says (very seriously): “do you like spider-man?”
due to the manner in which she asked this question, i assume she likes spider-man so i say: “he’s pretty good, do you like spider-man?”
and she replies: “no! i like skylanders!”

kids ask me trick questions all the time.


i keep meaning to better document my life, to write things down that i’ll probably forget later. i’ve been meaning to do this for a couple of decades. i’m not entirely sure what is worth remembering half the time but i also feel like i live an existence worth writing about most days. i mean, scott + i spent a couple of hours sorting his childhood lego by colour last night in order to make our lego use more efficient. who wouldn’t want to read about that?


write, more. right, more?
make, believe.

a list of small things in my immediate future to look forward to:
-looking at apartments
-the drive to pontypool
-hearing that heartbeat again after so many days without it
-local musicians on stage on a saturday night
-home made kombucha tea


life lessons (brought to me by the month of june):

full time jobs are almost always too good to be true. jobs offered to you over the phone are definitely too good to be true.

when you are a student with no credit and no job, people are far more willing to take a chance on you than when you are 31 with no credit and no job.

soccer is even more boring/irritating/pointless to watch than i remember.


i can’t remember a time when i didn’t know this skin, the line of your shoulder, the back of your neck. our hands + fingertips tracing lines absentmindedly, spelling out secrets, drawing hearts. silence + nonsense, curled up like cats.
“i need to make up for all the years you felt alone.”
“i need to make up for all the people who let you down.”


"nothing + uncertainty"
embroidery on vintage doily, 2014
i am making art because i have an exhibit in april. what a strange thought, considering how infrequently i usually make art.

"nothing + uncertainty"

embroidery on vintage doily, 2014

i am making art because i have an exhibit in april. what a strange thought, considering how infrequently i usually make art.


your beating heart is the sound i live to.
my beating heart is your home.


my heart floats + lifts my tired bones off the ground, you change everything. i find myself smiling like a fool over you.

my heart leaps out of my chest like a bird, you catch it with your hands + gently fold it back into place. i remember how it feels to be happy.

if i light the way + you light the way, we’ll never be lost again.