Dear Diary,
It has been a while. A week at least. I must say that you have been tough to get into, both literally and figuratively.
I've been wanting so much to tell you about so many things. I wanted to tell you about the watch that was given to me last night, the watch that I can wear for three days and nights and only take off when I shower, the watch that is part of an experiment to see if I can indeed slow down and speed up time, because I can, which is why I never wear a watch.
I also wanted to tell you about the most wonderful stories I have received by email from a man that is a total stranger, yet not really a stranger at all. He has written to me about rabbits in cabs, tequila shots, dogs, dumb waiters, orange hallways, ghosts, two broken arms, acid wash jeans, the sausage kitchen, the lady at the lcbo, knowing glances and the like. I have never met this man in my life, and I may never meet him, but I certainly hope that the stories keep coming.
I wanted to tell you about how i want to move to Quebec and separate because Gilles Duceppe is not only fearless but a leader as well, about how Quebec has delicious beer and cheese and fleur de lis. I really wanted to tell you more about this but have since forgotten.
I wanted to tell you about what a terrible man Paul Martin is but then I realized that have I told you this before, on more than one occassion.
Steven Harper is also a terrible man, while Jack Layton is smug in a way that is both upsetting and unnerving...and I think he wears a fanny pack.
I also wanted to tell you about how I am writing my first country/punk song because I am joining my first country/punk band and I am wondering if you can suggest any good names for me? because I will be too busy learning to play the banjo, taking pictures, and wearing my wellingtons on account of all the rain.
I so very much wanted to tell you about me and a boy and a girl and a little canoe while the moon was shining all around, but I've not yet found my way to the canoe. Once I do I'm sure I'll be just fine on account of my strong paddling and gunwhale bobbing skills.
I think I had much more to tell you, but it will have to wait. I've got a date with my liver, Desdemona. And lord knows I can't keep her waiting.
Your's in the few and far between,
Kim "words don't fail me now" Steele