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13th Aug 2012, 11:23 AM


Catchin' Up

Ok - So I finally have time to devote to Outletting again, but I feel like I should write a nice good blog-post to catch everyone up on what's happened in the past year so that the comics I want to post won't be confusing or huge blocks of text.

To say it's been a crazy year would be an understatement.

I moved out of my Mom's house, hopefully for the last time ever. Things with my twin brother got quite messy and it wasn't within my best interest to live with him anymore. Let's just leave it at that. When I started dating Matt (You may remember him as the chap with the pony-tail, beard and bowtie) I was lucky enough to be able to stay at his place a lot. We were practically living together when we broke up - and even luckier still I was able to live with him until I found my own place. Our break up wasn't messy at all and he's one of my closest friends now. We were able to live together, in a bedroom, for a month right after breaking up with out getting in a fight or even irritating each other. I had starting working at starbucks and found an apartment by September.

I really lucked out for what was my first apartment in toronto -  $550/month to rent a bedroom on the top floor of a nice house right in between Ossington subway station and Dufferin Grove park. I shared the top floor of the house with 2 other women and an old grumpy cat named Buddy. It wasn't perfect, but it was amazing considering all the horror stories I've heard. School went well, I worked hard and managed to find a balance between school and long hours at starbucks with only sacrificing a good chunk of sleep. I worked double shifts most weekends. Starbucks has this awesome thing where if you work at one store, you can cover a shift at any store because they all work the same way. So in the past year, I've worked at about 14 different starbucks locations - some just 1 shift, others 3 or 4. Between most saturdays and sundays I worked 4 shifts. My roommates were usually gone all week, but home all weekend (and became increasingly annoying) and I like to be home alone. They were alright, but a bit high-strung for my tastes. If I had a guy over, they wanted me to give them as much notice as possible (like 2 days), but were fine with me having girls over. They wanted us to sit down and have "meetings" like once a month or so and talk about everything. We had weekly chores and I couldn't use the kitchen (or the washing mahine in it) after my one roommate had gone to sleep which was usually around 9-10pm. She complained that she was a light sleeper and that the light or any sound from the kitchen would keep her up. It made me wonder why she chose the bedroom right across from the kitchen and right beside the bathroom...but she was a control yeah.Things continued to get annoying there, but I was worried about moving somewhere else and ending up in a worse situation. During the school year I took a course on Apocalyptic Science Fiction with Professor Allen Weis - it was amazing! I met this cool chick there, and we got to talking and eventually she asked if I knew anyone who was looking for a roommate for august. I said I was actually interested in finding a new living situation. Her and I discussed looked for a place together. One day I was casually looking through apartment ads on craigslist and found a room for rent, $450 a month (all utilities included) right across the street from Ossington station. I emailed in and met the girl who would be my roommate, and her and I got along really well. I moved in a month and a half later at the beginning of June. I love it here - I share the main floor of a house with another girl my age and we share the bathroom and kitchen. I have a porch and the backyard to myself. My room is so cheap because I don't actually have a door...or a wall...because my bedroom clearly used to be a living room or something. Nothing thick curtains can't fix. Also, my roommate is almost never home - she works two jobs and visits family and friends most weekends. I'm so glad it worked out :D

Right after moving into my new place I adopted a baby kitten which I've named Batcat - She's adorable and sweet and I'm so happy I adopted her. She's growing fast and pretty well behaved for such a young cat.

And now for something that's a long time comming (pun not intended): I'm bisexual. It was a slow realization for me which I didn't really notice until I was dating Bobby. In high school I remember staring at the bodies of other girls a lot, but I though that was normal. And I rarely actually had a crush on a boy - I remember forcing a crush because I felt I was supposed to have one, and I would usually pick the least annoying/ugly guy, and usually someone who I had no chance of actually being with. In high school I had a crush on a guy I never even spoke too until grade 12 when I finally had a class with him and heard him talk about 1984. He was an idiot and the crush shattered. I remember thinking "I find girls attractive, but I lesbian sex is gross." - boy did that change. When I was with Bobby I came to the realization that all the porn I watched was almost only women. It didn't take much for me to realize I wasn't grossed out by lesbian sex anymore. After my break up with Bobby I decided I would try to go out with some girls, but ended up dating Matt before I coul get anywhere with that. After Matt and I broke up I avoided getting into another relationship and focused more on friends-with-benefits type situations. I managed to go out with a few girls, but those were mostly bad experiences. Either the girl lied about her appearance on her profile and  used "creative" photos, or when we actually sat down and talked they were incredibly boring and passive. I met an amazing girl in March and was crazy about her for a bit, but she broke things off because she didn't feel a "spark" - so I moved on. I've recently met an amazing girl who has been in an open relationship for 4 years and has a ridiculous amount of stuff in common with me. Her and I are on the same page in terms of what we want with each other. Its a huge relief. She'll probably show up in the comics soon :) When I came out to my Mom and Dad it was hilariously anti-climatic, but I'll be making comics about that.

I got two tattoos, and I plan to get more :D I will be posting comics about them.

I dated this Australian guy for a while - Met him in November, said goodbye to hime at the Airport this past weekend when he flew back home. I knew when I met him that it would be a temporary thing and made sure not to get attached - set boundaries, dated other people, etc - so it wasn't a messy breaking-off. We were seeing each other for about 9 months despite the fact that we both said we weren't looking for a relationship when we met. He had the opportunity to go home (he was here on a work-travel visa for a year) earlier than he planned and decided to take it since he had fallen into a routine in Canada and missed his family and friends. We had a good time together and he was a great guy and we'll probably keep in touch and on good terms.

anywho - that's the most of it, I decided this would be easier than posting comics that contained huge blocks of text. Hopefully the comics I post from now on will make sense to y'all :D

Sorry for the lack of comics this past year, hopefully now you understand why.

26th Apr 2012, 11:39 AM



Hey Folks, I apologize for how long it took me to post a comic, and how blurry and difficult to read it is. I've been going through some hectic times.

I'm hoping I can keep posting comics this summer, but I'm not making any promises :(

so here's an update on some personal stuff, which should hopefully make you folks a little more sympathetic towards my inabilitiy to update regularly.

So I'm battling with OSAP, and pretty much have to get proof that I can't live at home (My brother has issues, and he can't live on his own, and its not in my best interest to live with him). what the fuck. Anyways. Because of the National Student Loan Board and OSAP and the Ministry, I was told I might not even get my OSAP loan for this past school year. Then I was told that if I did get it, it wouldn't be that much because I "made so much money". Then I had to explain that I've been paying for rent and bills and groceries and ttc fare since last August because I can't live at home. Then I had to prove why I can't live at home. Now I have to take summer courses, and hope that the ministry will roll over the amount I should be getting for 2011-2012 with the amount I'll get for my summer courses. so yeah. woooo. The ridiculousness that the bureaucrocy is made up of is the only thing that has made me want to change my mind about pursuing an academic career (ever since I was 15 I've wanted to be a University Professor).

Also, I'm moving to a new apartment at the end of May. It's a few streets over from where I live now, but it's $100 cheaper than what I'm currently paying. $450 a month with utilities included, and I can see the main entrance of the subway from my front door :D

my camera broke, and my scanner isn't working, so Im going to try to fix them or replace them, we'll see what happens. I don't want to post another comic with the camera on my blackberry because it just looked awful :(

23rd Dec 2011, 12:23 PM



There are times when I’m falling asleep, or trying to, when I close my eyes and feel as if I’m more aware of myself. I feel myself become bigger – not my physical self, that doesn’t change as far as I can tell – it’s like a different element of myself, ballooning and expanding with my breath. Yet, at the same time, I feel myself shrinking. I exist in this state of duality  (well more than that really, because along with the small and the large, I’m also aware of my physical and mental self. So…quadality?) Where I can feel myself expanding and shrinking at the same time. My expanded self has this sense of hovering and drifting along, whereas the shrinking self has a sense of falling, of drifting down. I have this feeling of becoming so big and expansive, but at the exact same time, of shrinking and falling into the abyss of the expansive self. I flex certain muscles to bring myself back to the physical world, but if I keep my eyes closed and flex, I now exist in both these states - the imagined and the physical - where I can feel my physical body, but can also feel my imagined body in both the expanded and shrinking forms. Oddly enough, this whole experience has a calming effect.

10th Nov 2011, 10:58 AM


The Cinnamon Peeler

So I'm reading Michael Ondaatje's book Running in the Family for my english course this semester and one of his poems really stuck out to me so I wanted to post it here so that those of you who haven't read it can see it. I really like it.

The Cinnamon Peeler

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. this ankle.
you will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peelere's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...


When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

       This is how you touch other women
the grass cutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume
                                             and knew

                                    what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.

you touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

Michael Ondaatje "The Cinnamon Peeler"

18th Aug 2011, 8:26 AM


A bit random...

So kinda random thing happened the other day, not a big deal but it was funny at the time...

OK, so I'm moving into toronto at the end of the month, but for all of August I've been staying at my ex boyfriend, Matt's, place. I know it seems weird, but we had a clean break up and were only together for like a month so its actually working out really well. Its mainly cuz I'm working at a coffee shop at college and university and am sometimes scheduled to start work as early as 5am. Matt lives close to bathurst and bloor so its way easier for me to get to work at like 5am from his place than from my mom's place (all the way up in richmond hill, which may as well be the middle of bum fuck nowhere for all I care). Its just a temporary situation until I move into my new place (just south of ossington station). So yeah - main thing you need to know, Matt and I are on great terms - doing well as friends, and actually getting along very well (which is hilarious to me because we're pretty much living in one bedroom together).


so Matt's room is in the basement of a house that's rented out to a shit ton of other people. in the basement there are 4 bedrooms, a bathroom, a washer & dryer, and a fridge. When Matt moved into this place there was this phillipino guy named Boom who lived in the room beside the fridge. the other night I went to the fridge around 11pm to get a snack and stood there for a few minutes unwrapping the packaging. Boom's door opened and an older man (around 50 I guess) steps out, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. I'd never seen this guy before and was a little surprised. As I thought "Oh. uhm. I guess that's what does it for Boom..." I said "Sorry, hope I wasn't being too loud...". The older guy said "Oh no problem. I'm _______ by the way," (I don't remember his name) " I'm going to be here for a few weeks." "Ok," I thought "I guess its getting serious between boom and this guy..." but said "Oh, Hi, I'm Serena and I'm staying in that room over there" Pointing to matt's room.

He went back to his room, I went back to Matt's room. Matt was sitting at his computer.
"So. uhm." I Started, to get matt's attention, "some old guy just came out of Boom's room...?"
"...Boom moved out..." Matt responded, looking at me quizzically, as if to say "Why don't you know this?".
"OH" I said "Ok...that makes a lot more sense to me...I mean different strokes for different folks guy's old enough to be Boom's dad, I think".

so yeah, that was a bit of a surprise.