i belong on swift's grub street.

the occurences of my life run in a circular path. you'd think that after a rotation or two i'd learn to avoid the same patches of mud. but the powers of my imagination are such that i can always convince myself i'm running past different trees, rounding new corners - the road seems always fresh. ah well, i suppose mud baths are good for the complexion or something; just cut a cucumber for my eyes so i won't have to see the messes i make.

one day i ought to collect all the entries of this blog (and the old one too) and make an anthology of the world's worst metaphors: "Kim the Hack: an Anthology."

ps. check out the hairs on the leg of my little dragonfly buddy. ain't that sweet? maybe i should have less passion for things like insect hairs... except, if you really think about it, they're incredible. true intricacy is infinite and mind-blowing, a worthy object of prolonged meditation.

yesterday's craving

i swear i will not complain once in this entire entry

it's chucks and bikin' weather in mtl, and i'm taking full advantage! admittedly, the whole tonsils-swelling-up-to-the-size-of-grapes thing plus all the recent phlegm-hacking i've been experiencing has kept me from biking as much as i'd like to, but what i have done, i've loved. sure, it was tough in the beginning: that first day barrelling down pot-holed sherbrooke was intensely painful - never have i felt such horrible crotch chaffing, not since i lost my virginity to my bike-seat in fifth grade, anyway. but since then i've toughened up, and it's been smooth cruisin' through horn-blaring traffic and screaming pedestrians - the din of the city harmonizing with my screeching, rusted breaks and the sun glinting off of my shiny purple helmet.

hmm... i sense myself petering out here. well, all i really have left to say is that it's spring in montreal and that's enough to keep me happy for days on end. the snow has melted, the stench has cleared, and i feel like i've just woken up from a very long nap. it would feel good to type "glorious" right here, so i will:

glorious.