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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

happily never after

yesterday momca had some slovenian grandmotherly words of wisdom for me:

"alicia, life is a hell. i'm a child and i'm hungry. it's war time and i'm hungry. we're in da camps and i'm hungry. we come to canada and i'm hungry. now i can afford anything i want and doctor tells me not to eat because i am old. when you die you not gonna go to hell. life is a hell."

i wonder if that's where my unparalleled optimism comes from?


(see more princess depression here.)

mi estrella querida, me perdona

beloved star,

i forgot your birthday and i'm a HORRIBLE friend. i hope you can find it in your corazón hermoso to forgive me.


i love you more than recent fuck-ups have shown and i owe you the biggest icecreamable in existence!

su amigo hasta muerte,
so pauvre

Sunday, July 5, 2009

amen sister

the only thing i look forward to about sundays is post secret. it eases my crippling pain to know that other people hate life and are fucked up too. every once in a while there's a post card that i think i may have sent in without knowing. this week there was one such post card:


it's funny because it's true.

Friday, July 3, 2009

four oh oh!

four hundred posts and still going pauvre!


it's been an emotional week here at so pauvre HQ and i want to say thank you to all of my friends who helped me get through it "behind the scenes". also, a big pauvre thanks to all my readers for your continued support. here's to another four hundred posts about nothing!

love so pauvre

Thursday, July 2, 2009

what would hatshepsut do?

i often feel like i was born in the wrong time - there's something inside me that doesn't jive with this world- and there's a big part of me that feels like i should be living in ancient egypt. i know it sounds fucked, but it's true. i can see images of that life so vividly in my head and even smell the smells that were carried on the air thousands of years ago...or at least i hope that's what those smells are and i'm not having a stroke.

there was a period of time when i wanted to be an egyptologyst, but everyone kept saying i should do something more lucrative - like fashion school. *crickets chirping*

i obsessed over every detail of ancient egyptian life and even learned how to write in basic hieroglyphs. it was a lonely time, but i had Ra on my side, so i wasn't worried. i knew nefertari from nefertiti and could even walk like an egyptian. that's where i truly belong.

i often dream of ancient egypt, and in those dreams i usually look a lot like this, because in my dreams i call the shots.


so just understand that 90% of the time i'm bummed it's a direct result of egyptian queens not being accustomed to this life of slavery.

aloha hallway

she's been at it again. i really don't know where she gets the energy...


my favourite part is the coconut bra.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

pump up the jam

slaving over a bubbling cauldron of hot jam isn't my favourite way to spend a day, but the results are worth it. most people who have tried my home made jam confess to eating the entire jar with a spoon - and i can't say i'm not one of them.

like little ruby jewels they sit and await their fate:



"in america first we get de sugar, den we get de power, den we get de women."



please form an orderly queue and wait your turn. no pushing, shoving, or biting.




p.s happy canada day!