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I am keeping myself as preoccupied as possible. What good is laying in bed, feeling completely miserable over a situation that I have absolutely no control over? I have wonderful friends. My work keeps me on my toes. My cat won't protest the extra snuggles when I feel ultra lonely. Life away from my love is far from terrible, but I still ache.
Anyway, this blog stars:
One Ms. Casper
And one Ms. Silencia (yes, I just referred to myself in the third person)
We set out to bake a birthday cake for her fiance, but ended up settling for a massive amount of cupcakes instead.
Kubrick looks absolutely terrified, but never puts up a struggle no matter how strange I may act around him.
Earlier today, Capser went with me to fix my bike. I had attempted to put fenders on my bike with the wrong tools at home and ended up fucking up my front brakes. I went to a nearby bike co-op, received some help, and was loaned the tools I needed to make some fender magic happen. The process really shouldn't have taken that long, but through a trial and error process and successive failures throughout the repair, all we could do is laugh and try to document the process with photos.
I swear, those were the most stubborn screws I've ever had to deal with in my life. I stripped them so bad, and still wasn't able to get them off. Finally, someone came to help, and totally put my efforts to shame when they got them off in a matter of seconds. I called them my hero. They said it wasn't muscle, but rather "skill" that made them able to help me. Whatever, they were still my hero.
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I hung out with Lyxzen earlier this week. I adore that lady to bits. She has been such a wonderful companion, that words cannot even begin to describe how much I appreciate her.
Here's a photo that Casper snapped where it looks like we're either hugging or battling in front of the one piece of furniture that makes me cringe everytime I see it.
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(excerpt from Pablo Neruda's "Here I Love You")
"Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire."
sigh.
Silencia
P.S.
Thank you. <3
