sex scandal poetry kit

The first story linked herein simultaneously amuses and horrifies me.

Gordon Ramsay's Dwarf Porn Double Percy Foster Dies in Badger Den

This one is just sort of weird.

Naked Man Eating a Fudgesicle Breaks Into Nicolas Cage's Residence

Headline which seems most likely ripped from a sex scandal poetry kit:

Michaele Salahi Secretly Promised to Spend Life With Rock Star

I had to google both Gordon Ramsay and Michaele Salahi.

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Being poor is taking up too much of my time and energy these days.

We are currently balanced between two houses, one empty and in need of cleaning and renovation and one stuffed to the rafters with junk, also in need of cleaning and renovation. The bathroom here may fail any day now in one of many ways: the toilet will break, the sink will fall off the wall. I'm avoiding cleaning it because when we reach the point where we can renovate it, the entire room has to be gutted, and the contents discarded. No point cleaning a toilet when you're just going to throw it away, right?

I have two cats in need of vet visits. One wheezes and pees on the floor, the other has little lumps on her belly.

I signed up to enumerate for the provincial election which is coming in November (side note: four years since I got involved with Novel). Enumerating is largely more trouble than it's worth, but I guess ultimately it will give us a little extra money. On the downside, those hours spent walking the streets looking for voters could, in my opinion, more profitably be spent working on one or the other of the houses.

I also told them I'd officiate for the election, but I think I've rethought that. The pay for being a DRO is decent, but not as wonderful as they make it out to be, and it's something like a 14 hour day, 12 hours of actual voting, plus another couple counting ballots. Once again, time which could be better spent on renovating/moving. Every month that the other house stands vacant is costing us money.

On the upside of life's leger: went on a road trip to Edmonton last weekend. Painter, the Empress, Novel and I drove to Edmonton Thursday, met up with Vagabond Queen, went antique and sari shopping, then drove to LLoyd for the wedding of my brother's youngest daughter, then home on Sunday. It was all money that we really couldn't afford to spend, especially as I spent about $100 on antiques, but it was a lot of fun. I have to say, spending that much time with my family was a little intense in spots.

Take a look at this photograph
Clearly his teeth were bared
He coulda been yawning or snarling
He coulda been anywhere


--The Tragically Hip, Yawning or Snarling