we can bomb the world to pieces, but we can't bomb it into peace

"According to recent press reports, Pentagon officials have been spying on what they call "suspicious" meetings by civilian groups, including student groups opposed to the military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" ban on lesbian, gay and bisexual military personnel. The story, first reported by Lisa Myers and NBC News last week, noted that Pentagon investigators had records pertaining to April protests at the State University of New York at Albany and William Patterson College in New Jersey. A February protest at NYU was also listed, along with the law school's LGBT advocacy group OUTlaw, which was classified as "possibly violent" by the Pentagon. A UC-Santa Cruz "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" protest, which included a gay kiss-in, was labeled as a "credible threat" of terrorism."

Watch out, we may just kiss everyone to death.

Love, Alicia
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    the L word

Watching Gizmo wash his face

Je ne sais pas quoi faire.
Mais, c'est pas vraiment quelque chose de que je veux penser pendant mes derniers jours ici.
S'il te plait monsieur, ne me dit pas quoi faire, je veux pas toujours faire ce cue tu me dit.
Il a venu me visiter au travail. Grace que j'étais plus la. Mais, il veux que je lui appelle.
Je pense que non.
Ah! Mais, la biblioteque.


Feuilles rouge comme les cuchotes
Une chatte avec l'estomac
Pleine comme la lune
Marche, patte apres patte
Sous le soleil du matin.


There ain't no sunshine when she's gone

So, went to a potluck hosted by Bencallme,yeah!
It was pretty awesome.
There were hippies, two cats, six guitars, a flute, three drums, chocolate fondue, hippies, vegan dinner, a quebec lumberjack girl who taught me to knit socks, and hippies. And the bathroom had red taps.
Did I mention hippies?
Also! I stopped and asked a guy for direction on the way there and he turned out to be that redhead (andrew?) who played Will Scarlet in Oak bay's Singing Nun.
So, love you all.

ps. Who wrote that song: "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone so long... yadda yadda"?
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    ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Serais c'est possible alors?

"On ma dit que les distances moquent bien de nous, qu'ils nous donnent rien, et qu'ils nous prommaient tous."
(it's supposed to be 'le destin' pas 'les distances' but I thought it was better this way..)
A crow flew into the bakery, all the way to back, past the fridges and the ovens, and watched us kneading dough.
Then an American tourist tried to pay me with two dollars bills and didn't understand the fact that they don't exist anymore.
It evens out I guess.
Love, Alicia
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    Sarah Noni Metzner

Little bird, little bird

Getting less sick, HURRAH! I'm just popping back those drugs. 
Quit Paprika, which sucks but it was too much.
Made an appointment for travel shots.
Paid for my TICKET.
Last day at Bond Bond's Nov. 16th.
Got 43 dreadlocks put into my hair.
Got invited to a christmas party in Bali by a pretty boy.
Saw J.Wombsley!!!
Had dinner with Shaedy. -dies of love-

Yep. Pretty much a very productive week.

almost directly to the point.

Sick as a dog. Two weeks and counting.
This is my apology to everyone who's emails/phone calls/etc etc I've not replied to. 
I really am sorry. I would, if getting out of bed were a little easier.
Anyway, love you.

(no subject)

15 hour work days are officially TOO LONG. 
It's a good thing everyone and BB's and Paprika is so nice or my life would really  suck.
That and the food is always good.
Anyway, the official blurb on Paprika is: two thumbs up. The amount of dishes they go through is astounding.

Last but not least, don't be assholes. It's really not cool.
love, Alicia

just give me some lovin' - yeah yeah yeah!

Job at Paprika: check
Ticket To Thailand: in the works
More Metal Through Ears: check
Dread Locks: next weekend
2.00$ Sneakers: check!!

This weeks been a bit wierd... apperantly spur of the moment behaviour is the In thing right now. But it's working out swell so far.
AND I finally saw Piig! Hurrah!

Love, Lli

let's open up our bodies to the sun

What a fucking shlamozzle. That's right, SHLAMOZZLE.
This may sound really teen angsty, high schol nostalgic, but: everything's falling apart!
The realisation that I won't see a lot of people again just sort of hit home. I wanted Rea. She was gone.
In other, brighter news, the job at Paprika looks promising.

love, Alicia