Sainthood | Tegan and Sara

In the service of relationships we practice being perfect. We practice our sainthood in the hope that we will be rewarded with adoration. As we are driven to become anything for someone else, we sometimes become martyrs for our cause.

Love, like faith, can never be held in an individual’s hands. But the story of a great love affair – especially one that is unrequited or has ended too soon – can be woven like scripture or a bedtime story. And so the themes of Sainthood are tied together by this simple title, borrowed, with great respect, from the lyrics of the Leonard Cohen song “Came So Far for Beauty”:

I practised all my sainthood / I gave to one and all / But the rumours of my virtue / They moved her not at all.

– Tegan & Sara

Giant Slayer

Goliath came crashing to the ground.
Done in by carelessness.
Allowing the simpleton to see his weak spot.

To Earth the giant comes tumbling, pulled by gravity to the floor.
Laying on the dirt exposed.

I am invincible!’
He screams.
The words proven false by the stark reality.

David has won.
The tiny solider now a giant slayer.
The vulnerable giant he has no where to turn.
No where to run.

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My Job is a joke, I’m Broke and my Love Life is actually DOA

I turned 30. So far, it’s not turning out well.  I don’t know where my hairline went. It just went SEE YA LATER then BOOM! Gone.

I’m single, certifiably insane and I just had to reapply for my own job.

Today someone blamed the tree in front of their house for Lupus. Not even 12 and I’m done for today.

So here’s some Lily Allen.