wigging

A couple of days ago, I was invited to a wigs & fondue party by a friend I used to date. The concept was brilliant: wear a wig and eat fondue. That thing on my head cost only three dollars, which is amazing considering the minimum price for most head pieces is forty bucks. Some people didn't recognize me; apparently I make for a very convincing 'native' - that's 'First-Nations-people' for the more politically correct of you.

The guy beside me is my boyfriend, Shaun, who I've been seeing for about three months now. This is, by far, the most healthy relationship I've ever had. We practically live together and the love is very domestic. Yes, I would even introduce him to you. And here's the best part: He would be pleased to meet you.

Last night, he picked me up after work and braved the coldest night of winter (thus far) so that the two of us could take photographs of lonely nooks around the churches downtown. There are four of them in an area smaller than a square kilometer and one of them is the oldest in all of Canada, maybe even North America. I'm submitting three scratched photos to a local erotic art exhibit hosted by the most popular sexual health store here, Venus Envy. Wish me luck! I have a week to finish and frame these pieces and I've got work-work to worry about on top of everything else.

That's life for now... As a side-note, I'm really surprised people still read this. Hi, guys!