Mexico, Si!

Seriously fuck Commercial Drive and its fucking Commercial Drive-ness.

Fuck those fucking pit bull crosses everywhere and the fucking French-Canadians they are attached to.

Fuck the shit left on the curb by the fucking stank ass hippies who can’t even keep their own environs clean, never mind the fucking planet.

Fuck Continental coffee and the fucking coffee klatch that takes up the whole fucking sidewalk with their tangle of fucking mongrel dogs and overloaded SUV fucking style mega-strollers.

Fuck the fucking righteous pedestrians who don’t understand a fucking turn signal and walk anyway.

Fuck that kilt wearing scooter pushing former courier dress like a fucking air-raid siren freak-show.

Fuck the freak-shows and their fucking pincushion arms with ants under the skin and stolen cds in their pockets and fucking cup with fucking other peoples money in it.

Fuck those fucks on the fucking loud Harleys and fuck that fuck in the lowered fucking yellow truck. Jesus Christ what the hell is that. A stupid fucking hobby that’s what.

Fuck the crazy people. Yeah you heard me shuffler. I’m tired of seeing you do your fucking laps of commercial drive with that fucking buzzed out, shook heads with a hammer look all day. Fucking conform and break into houses already you shiftless fuck.

Fuck you fucking bull dykes. Honestly, looking like a fucking lumberjack was never a good look, not even for fucking lumberjacks.

Fuck you people with those fucking chains on your wallet. What the fuck, they’re pulling your pants down.

Fuck those fucking Euro-mod-scooter fucks who show up from god knows where and infest the sidewalk every now and then.

Fuck you fucking wake and bakes with your fucking devil sticks and hoola-hoops. Get off the playground you self-medicated poor rich kids and take your parental financed patchouli stench with you.

Cobs bread you’re okay. Except for that fucking bell you ring when you’ve accomplished the unimaginable and baked fresh fucking bread in your fresh fucking bread bakery.

And while I’m on fucking bakeries. Fuck you Fratelli’s and your fucking order system that encourages all these Commerical Drive fucks to cut lines whereever possible so they can get their half dozen rolls and Happy Birthday Asia/Jasmine/Freedom/some fucking deep meaningful Irish or some heritage bullshit name, a full 30 fucking seconds before they are supposed to.

Fuck Wazubee for being so expensive. Fuck Havana because seriously, fuck that place. Fuck the falafel place for the bandaid in the fucking falafal - you know who you are.

Fuck the video rental place for smelling like cat pee. Fuck the french fry place for being fucking frigid.

And holy fuck, fuck the whole goddamn Broadway Skytrain station into a giant blackhole of magnificent fuck-offery………

“i am still alive”
On Kawara

With so much to do, I feel completely overwhelmed by getting myself and sasha to mexico. Where does one start? How does one properly downsize without giving away the farm? What ‘things’ mean most to you? What things should just be left behind? All these questions, I keep asking myself daily, only to find yet another day has gone by, with no success of REALLY getting shit done! Perhaps the one thing I can learn from this experience, is to accept the help that I am offered. I was never one for that in the past. Too much ego perhaps? no. I just don’t ever want to be a burden on someone’s time or energy. But hey, if people offer, one would think it’s a pretty honest gesture right? Well, we’ll see. I have a lovely mother who is going to help me..and who always has, with organizing. Perhaps my procrastination is also due to the fact that I have pangs of freakout sessions that make me question ‘what the hell am i doing?’ Then I have moments where I spend with a friend, namely last night with Hebegebe, and we talk about a tragedy that has hit our community and how precious and short life really is! THEN I GET SUPER MOTIVATED to just get this done and start my life in playa..then i sit on my lovely ibook…and get wisked away into a kalaidescope of…the www. THEN…i realize i have so much to do…AGAIN! It’s a pattern hey?

My friend char (our assball queen) was always one to make lists. When we lived in our lofts down the hall from eachother, we would have our morning coffee ‘nsmoke together and char would have her black marker out accompanied by some cool recycled paper and she would make a list. A list of her daily duties, a list of her thoughts, and a list compiling all of her lists..well, not really. Which lead me to think about my lack is list making skills. So today folks, is day one of listermaker nancy. I think it’s the only way for someone like myself (yes, ADD) to really get a grasp on what has to be done and to have a reference point for what still needs to be done. So, i’m off to buy/find/steal some really cool paper to start my lists.

As at June 1st, i’ll be gone. Therefore, I have about 20 years of accumulating ’stuff’ that I want to get rid of. I have everything from antique furniture, persian rugs, records!!!!, turntables, computers, plants, patio furniture, kitchen gadgets etc, antique wood burning stove, BIG BIG CHAIR (edith Ann Style)..and lots more.

If you are looking for anything in particular or anything you know I have you might want for your home..hit me up and we’ll strike a deal.

I’ll post pics and details OR you can just drop by and take yer pic!

Nancy

Hi friends and family! HOLA!

I thought friendster would be a great way to let you all know that I am moving from Canada as at June 1st, 2005. This decision is well thought out and is just what I need to do at this point in my life. I will be residing in the sunny caribbean area - Quintana Roo - The Yucatan Peninsula. The city is Playa Del Carmen which is 35 miles south of Cancun ~ The Mayan Riviera. http://www.travelsinparadise.com/mexico/ I have rented a palapa loft and got a job working for ar eputable Real Estate Office in Playacar. I will also be dj’ing twice a week to keep the love i have for music alive.
March 13 - 27th - both Sasha and I will be going for a quick dip holiday + i wanted to get sasha’s feet a little wet as to where we will be residing….i went, fell in love with the place, went back in february to get a job found the apartment, got my paperwork and away we go.

I will post more…..so tune in and say hi….and let me know what all you wonderful peeps are up to!~

MUCHOS BESOS,