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chickpea

I am here for Friends

About Me

Indie rock kid grown up...but not grown old. Played in a few bands you never heard of...got to put out a cd and tour Canada, but that feels like a past life now...Now I rock the plants. I'm essentially a plant stylist. I feed them, water them, give them haircuts...you know, same old same old. I have nothing to do with hydroponics so PULEEZ don't even ask, stoney children.I am also a teacher. I drag college students though botany, insects and plant dieases. They love it though cause I tell them to. My high heeled boots make it so.I Looove anything dark chocolate....rainy day people make me nervous...I'm all over the three dots...I have a pony tail and it's not infectious...I'm learning to channel my inner fox, so watch out.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I've pretty much already met them, with the exception of Mike White.Other than that...please don't ask me to be a 'friend' unless I know you, we have friends in common, you can make me laugh until I pee, or your musical brilliance makes me cry.I'm not a snob, I just don't see the point.

My Blog

Itchy, frisky, feet... meet a bubble of the coolest calm

Dearest Bloggetty McBlogstein esq.I don't get out much. Now that's all relative of course...so I should preface with I have a job and do go outside of the house to get groceries etc. That's not a pref...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:58:00 GMT

By the way...

I don't neccesarily condone the drinking of scotch, or whiskey. Unless of course while within my prescence. I then condone it.  
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 20:09:00 GMT

A Scotch in hand is worth...well...a blog

Dearest most secret of all blogs, I haven't really had a single malt in some time...wait...Screw that...it's not a single malt at all. It's a Johnnie Walker Red Label. How the hell did THAT get i...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 19:15:00 GMT

Steel toes and secateurs

So I took the road much less travelled this time. Ain't gonna be a mover, or a shaker any where down the line. But if my muddy work boots trudge on my, Won't you please return my smile, Cause it's bee...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 18:42:00 GMT

Meet Your Heros, but be gentle with them

I haven't written in awhile dear blogstein. I miss you but I have to be careful. Or at least that is how I used to think. I used to write thinking no one would ever read what little ol' me would have ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 19:28:00 GMT

Oh hell I'm bored. But I have seen the light.

Dearest blog. I once thought of you as my private diary, but i have come to realise that nothing really is private. Doesn't matter if I set profiles to private, this seems to import to facebook. I ha...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:42:00 GMT

Life is a sweet sad terrible beautiful thing

Dear Blog, I lost a friend today. Not a friend in the sense of the word wherein we would call each other up and hang out all the time, rather a friend that I would see around town, exchange hugs, comp...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 19:53:00 GMT

Oh so very busted....

So... I went over for dinner to my dad's house tonight. My littlest brother is moving to Vancouver on Thursday so it was a going away diner of sorts. It;s so weird. He is my youngest brother and the l...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 19:30:00 GMT

Dinner with the snoot snoot snooty

Oh heavens...how to set the stage. We were greeted at the door and handed martinis and kir royale's by gloved servers. It felt like a movie with Rodney Dangerfield...or a play at the very least. My pa...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 21:05:00 GMT

Eyeh el eyeh : I am what I am

Dearest Blog, I've missed you...you know I have. You are the one who I imagine nods a head and pretends to listen to my musings, while looking askance at whomever else may be entering the room, t...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 18:25:00 GMT