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Well, here's a companion video. From Rideau Hall, no less. He seems pretty blasé about Eastwick being cancelled, if you ask me (which, yeah, you didn't).

Oh, and he's also thinking about someday making a film about the Plains of Abraham. sdfk;ashdfsd;fhsdf. WANT NOW, PLZ.

a winter squash soup i haven't made before:

2 lbs acorn squash
2 lbs butternut squash
1 stick butter (
8 tblsp brown sugar
3 carrots
1 onion
10 c stock
3/4 t nutmeg
3/4 t ginger
pinch of cayenne pepper
s&p

oven 350, roast squash halves with seeds scooped out
put butter and brown sugar inside each squash
place diced carrots / onion around squash
pour 2 c. stock over all, cover with tin foil, bake 2 hours

put all in cooking pot, + stock + spices
boil, reduce heat, simmer 10 min
puree all

from the new basics cookbook

I had about 60 seconds to shoot this in a very cramped space so I get a frustrated with how my lighting looks but what can you do?

Hair/MUA Lindsey Watkins

People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people. Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.

Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.

Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want more money. Much more.

If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. His word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.

Avoid fuckups. You all know the type. Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it sounds, turns into a disaster.

Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel. You are a terminal fool."

Now some of you may encounter the devil's bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying. So you can take the offer as a compliment. They charge the easy ones first, you know, like money, all the money there is. But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery? Not much to spend it on, eh, Gramps? Getting too old to cut the mustard. Have you forgotten something, Gramps? In order to feel something, you have to be there. You have to be 18. You're not 18, you are 78. Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.

How about an honorable bargain? "You always wanted to become a doctor. Now's your chance. Why, you could have become a great healer and benefit humanity. What's wrong with that?" Just about everything. There are no honorable bargains involving exchange of qualitative merchandise like souls. Just quantitative merchandise like time and money. So piss off, Satan, and don't take me for dumber than I look. As an old junk pusher told me, "Watch whose money you pick up."

-- William S. Burroughs

Okay.....Someone fucking pinch me. When I got to the office this morning my boss told me I have the day off paid. Then I check my bank balance and my paycheck is there 24 hours early. This is too good to be true. Am I dead?

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Damn, when I was 16 I was so retarded!
And then I became so emo.

Sorry everybody that read this thing >_>...

I might just end this journal and start up a new one, as a "new life" or something.

Make up and Hair by Lindsey Watkins