These are a few of my favorite things...

Goofy, cute, useless, awesome.

A mildly embarassing case of mistaken identity

One rainy afternoon as I sat in my comfy couch divet mindlessly flipping t.v. channels on on a rare and coveted day off, I came across a clip of a music video. I only saw it for two seconds, and I could've sworn I was witness to a butch lesbian, pop music star on the Much Music countdown.

Could it be true? Clearly this matter would require further investigation. Upon closer inspection (more precisely, google image and a wikipedia entry), I realized that this mysterious gender-bending, chart-topping sensation was, in fact...

... A fifteen-year-old boy named Justin Bieber.

He looks like this



And like this



The lessons to be learned from this brief case of mistaken identity?

a) Teenage boys can be mistaken for cute lesbians.
b) Not to expect anything too earth-rattling, like a chart-topping dyke to hit pop culture. Not yet, at least.

Living City

wet pavement
nervous eyes
honking horns
careless obscenities
culling some
semblance of
a 20-something
life full of
strange faces
sad faces
pissed off faces
one or two
happy faces
buses full
insidious rain
trying hard
not to bump into
anyone since
we're playing
a game where
we pretend
nobody exists
day jobs
night jobs
in between jobs
stiff drinks
fast cash
big ideas
live updates
staving off
boredom by
piling on the
pointless shit
can't spend
a moment alone
in spite of
always needing
to get away
forgetting what
it's like to
have silence but
remembering what
it's like to
have love

the rain on mute

save me from a sight

most unsavory, don't give 

me those junk yard eyes