Monday, October 28, 2013

Hello, Again!

A few months ago, a co-worker left me a note on her last day. Among the tear-inducing fond memories, and various niceties, was a paragraph on how much she appreciated my openness to others. I had never considered myself an open person before, but after thinking, I realized that my complete lack of mysteriousness, along with my "honesty is the best policy" philosophy, would lead others to say that I was a pretty genuine human being.
I haven't been trying to hide from everyone, but in the middle of my one-month-to-homeless panic, I believe I may have disappeared off the face of the earth for a short period of time. Fortunately, years of hanging out with street kids has taught me a very important lesson: the ability to think on my feet. I do unusually well under negative pressure, which is not a very useful skill outside of situations like these.
In one month, I have sold my house, bought a super downtown condo for Reggie, Tina, and I, and am band-aiding and re-building my heart. I found out today that my ex has already moved in with someone else. Somehow, I am fine. Might be the bonus two Klonopin I found in an old handbag last night. I knew they would come in handy, even if they may be (probably are) expired.
I intend on leaving this situation on top, and every step of the way, I am given more reasons to ensure that this happens. I will be stronger, soon. See you jerks on the flip side. I love you guys.

~sarah p. 

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Nat Geo's 'Border Security'- Some Thoughts.

1. You can pretty much yell and scream and swear as much as you like to the border guards, and nobody will do anything, but if you try to bring in a raw chicken, best of luck to you, brother.

2. They WILL pull you aside if you are any of the following: a hippie, a hipster, traveling with the purpose of snowboarding, or wearing a winter jacket will no shirt on underneath.

3. A dude carried a pipe and a small sack of weed off the plane from Jamaica. He was coming from weed heaven, and landing in second weed heaven. Why does anyone ever feel the need to smuggle weed INTO Canada?

4. Australians apparently love cocaine. If they swab your credit card, and you are from the land down under, it will be positive by default.

5. If you are heading to Canada to work, you should get your papers straight before you come. Or don't. I don't care.

~sarah p.

Friday, October 11, 2013


Somebody needs to invent a term for those times that you remember a song that you used to love that you haven't heard in years. Old i-pod syndrome? Deja-music? Musical remembory? There.

~sarah p.

p.s. How could I ever, ever forget about that time when Guru, my not-so-recent obsession, sampled my current obsession, Wings?