life as a carnivore

well today for the first time in my life, by myself, i made krokets- yummm! during this process i realized how someone may become a vegan. to make these krokets i decided to use one of those pre-cooked rotisserie chickens. anyway as i was pulling the soft, moist meat off of the brittle carcass i had an overwhelming sense of my carnivorism. poor little chicken, killed here for me to eat, her life over so i can eat some delicious deep fried kroket goodness, you're right- SO worth it. aww, i am joking. anyway, all i am saying is that as i was covered in meat as i butchered this chicken with my hands, i tried to appreciate it's life.
thank you chicken, thank you.

inside jokes

don't you just love how great inside jokes are? i mean, for the people who are in on them, they are so out of control and hilarious. then again, being on the outside of an inside joke, is no fun at all. it seems like gibberish, like those stupid viagra commercials, and if the 'in' group tries to explain it to you it sounds, well, stupid. i have a ton of inside jokes going on right now, which is why these pictures won't mean too much to too many of you, but for those few of you who know exactly what these pictures mean, laugh it up. those of you who want me to explain i will, but don't blame me if you think it sounds, well, stupid.

mad hatters

fun we had indeed. grande prairie is a way happenin' place compared to high prairie (not to say we can't have fun here), but it was a welcomed change. we went to a 'liquid lounge' called the mad hatters, after a friend recommended it, and it was great. it is a great bar in general- no smoking (a relief from smelling like a chimney if you go anywhere in high prairie), good tunes, i hear the food is good, although i can't tell you first hand, great atmosphere, an elevated dance floor, and for you ladies out there, up north is just FULL of guys. so next time you need to spend a night in gp, hit up mad hatters, you won't be disappointed.