Holy shit. This guy's stuff.  Unreal, and it's oil.

Tuesday. My friend Rivka

This is my friend Rivka. Sometimes when I'm around her I get goosebumps because she's so awesome. In one of my past lives, I worked at the Fashion Clearance Centre. It was in the basement of the Bay downtown, and it was a really interesting place to work. It's the reason I know what a drunk person's breath smells like, and that the number one hosiery buyer is a man (who has a leg with a stiletto boot tattooed on his calf, and who used to call me little sister). That's where I met Rivka. She was fresh to Winnipeg via Ethiopia by way of Italy. I helped her learn English, and she tried to convince me to be a Christian (in the nicest way possible). Her English continues to improve, I'm still not a Christian, but we're still friends.

She does so many things for the women in her community, and despite what, to some people, would be huge disappointments, she continues to move forward with the most positive attitude I've ever seen. She makes me so fucking happy about everything when I see her, and were it not for a weird job I had when I was 18, I wouldn't know her.

Monday. Hello weekend

Winnipeg woke up in a great mood! We all survived!