the rain in Halifax falls gently on my yellowflax

when it rains it pours, they say.
they, huh?
they are some of my least favourite people.
they have been saying for the last four years that a 2:1 calcium to magnesium ratio is best, and now you're telling me that 1:1 is best? hmph!!
they say that being vegetarian is too expensive and that it's like eating rabbit food or hay.
they can blow it out my ass.
oh yeah, it is pouring, actually.
perhaps they were right for once, although it's probably a rural thing
like knowing when it's gonna rain when your joints start aching
or the cats start acting crazy
and you know when it's gonna rain harder when the sky gets that look, or that smell
although maybe cityfolks know these things too,
but they probably got it from us
cause they're too busy running for coffee or "going downtown"
where you can't see the stars for looking.
i wish the rain were a little hotter--
temperature-wise, not sexier,
because rain can't stand to get much sexier
as it already gets the top weather prize for that
(ok, thunder and lightning storms take that cake, who am i kidding).
so em and i went out in the rain tonight--
she to smoke and i to watch her
and although we were on the stoop we got rain splatterings
and we wished it were warmer so we could go get soaked in it and laugh and yeah yeah yeah but we just shot shit and got splashed
then my new upstairs neighbour, who machinefucks her fellow nightly, came home drenched and it wasn't the opportune time to confront her about the stairwell smelling like artificial watermelon/bubblegum mixed with rotting garbage and consequently I have to put essential oil on my wristband to stand to be in our front room.
and i saw an old friend from nutrition school which was great. she looked so beautiful, and so did her husband, as always, they are lovely and sweet-- refugees from yukoslavia who have three boys, one of which was in a babyseat when we were going to school and now is growing so tall and making me feel like an old hag who hasn't used her schooling like she should've. but she dug my article and she gleamed like always and she is the same age as my biological mother and she says i am the little daugher she never had and likes to touch me and kiss my head.
so yeah, i worked today, as per sunday-usual, and since i got twice as much sleep last night as i have in the last two, probably combined (which still isn't much), i had a few less-than-confident moments where i was glad to the max that the customers were "new to this whole healthy thing" and that even though i was stuttering and stammering like a pimpled 13-year old, I still probably impressed them. i at least got to go through my gluten-free/wheat-free spiel like someone was kind enough to do for me seven years ago when i walked into great ocean having no idea what gluten was.
near the end of the work day, all i could think of was going home, going to the well to get some fresh water (or rather to shoppers, to buy shitty xenoestrogen-infested Life Brand water [hey, whatever gives me the optimum points-- i only have like 220 to get until i reach the highest reward level possible. thanks, years of prescription drugs], then to change into something cool, with a tall glass o' aqua and write something worthwhile, because i've been slacking on my writing duties both cyber and with a pen in between my digits. and that happened for 7 minutes or so before i resigned myself for an hour's nap which turned into three which is equivalent to the nights sleep i have been getting, and then got woken up by the phone-- and old friend who lives in moncton and we caught up a bit since we hardly ever speak anymore which always seems okay to us which is a g_dsend because well that's pretty much how it works for us and she told me more about her "other" (me being the other other) crazy friend in who's been living in Guatemala for a coupla years and how she has a little boy named Andre something and is hiding from her boy's padre and and i wish i could go to guatemala and lycradog just showed me some great photos from his time there and they were some of the best travel shots i've seen and i should go there i should just go there i should just go to south america like i've always wanted to and well i probably won't but yeah and um ya.
you know something i'd rush out and buy if i had a disposable income?
mbt shoes.
yup, masai barefoot technology shoes which not only look really cool (they have souls which look kind of similar to about five pairs of shitty-acting but cool-looking shoes i've owned), but are vegan (and well-made--finally) and they can actually help your body change shape-- yeah, like lose your cellulite and stand up straigther and (well, this is marketing talking, but..) consequently make you feel better and more perhaps more body-confident and make your shape more true. they also absorb shock in a cool way because the sole is shaped like a rocking chair rocker and fuck-- you know, i used to have a pair (but i didn't know what they were until i saw the exact pair on the internet just now) and they felt kind of weird on my feet (because i was actually walking properly? and because they were a tad big) and since the sole was shaped oddly i thought they would screw my feet up, but the opposite was true so i gave them away, just as they were given to me by a girl in university (who probably also thought they'd screw her feet up but didn't care about mine) who i think is from truro who i thought looked so cool during orientation and was vegan and i didn't really know what that was then and i find out years later that she stalked a friend of mine. i can't believe that i had these shoes and i didn't know what i had til it was gone, joni mitchell style.
and after i woke up, i made myself some kamut toast with herbed tofu and pesto.
pesto, what a dream.
i sometimes feel kinda shitty about paying five-fifty for a jar of pesto, but then realize that it would probably cost me near that much to make it and this keeps longer than mine would and it's such a good condiment to have in the friggo and i so love so love so love to put it on everything since i don't eat hot sauce and am comme si comme ca on the mustard and good vegan mayo can only be found, oddly, at the west end mall or other far, hard to reach locales, and i'm not really a big sauce person and i shouldn't really be eating much ketchup.
thanks, le grand maison de quebec ne pas libre, for making me a pesto sans fromage parce que you're the seul compagnie who's ever made one comme ca. oh, merci.
bonne fete 400, acadie!
i would never have deported you if it were up to me.