you know, i really wish that i liked wine.
it seems so... me. i don't know how to explain.
my dad took me out for coffee/dinner/drinks tonight. we discussed. he congratulated. i drank very pink drinks. we ran into the ex-jehovah's witnesses from our old neighbourhood. they recognized me... 13 years later.
he's taking me seriously.
everyone is. i'm a little surprised,
and i'm so happy,
because i've never been more serious.
i've never been happier.
+ + +
in other news, i sat at home and watched the news coverage of the ttc strike for most of the day. i'm exciting, i know. i think it's kind of impressive that society's evolved to a point at which the loss of something that wasn't even around several years ago renders them helpless and frenzied. it was kind of like the blackout... and when we called in the army to clear snow. i like all of toronto's pseudo-apocalyptic adventures.
my brother used to have a wasp-killing club in elementary school -
wasps of the insect variety.
he and his little friends used to knock them out of the air with shirts, and then squish them. i thought it was mean, but everyone was thankful because the schoolyard was teeming with wasps. i just remembered that tonight - because i killed a mosquito, and then i felt bad. i think it's a little ridiculous. i do feel bad, though; i can't help it. i fucking loathe mosquitoes. i don't mind wasps... too much.
i had a lot of random things to say,
and now i can't remember any of them.
apparently i can't think and write simultaneously.
i'm sorry i haven't been around much lately - socially, electronically, or in physical presence. i'm not sure if anyone's actually noticed, but - if you have, sorry.
i'm not really sorry, though...
no,
i just re-considered it,
and i'm still not sorry.
i'm going to clean my room, it's going to be wonderful and comfy; then i'm going to light a million candles and lie around in my underwear. it'll remind me of jess. maybe i'll invite a glass of wine to join me. i need to start sometime.
i'm covered in bruises.
i don't know where they came from.
speaking of coming...
it seems so... me. i don't know how to explain.
my dad took me out for coffee/dinner/drinks tonight. we discussed. he congratulated. i drank very pink drinks. we ran into the ex-jehovah's witnesses from our old neighbourhood. they recognized me... 13 years later.
he's taking me seriously.
everyone is. i'm a little surprised,
and i'm so happy,
because i've never been more serious.
i've never been happier.
+ + +
in other news, i sat at home and watched the news coverage of the ttc strike for most of the day. i'm exciting, i know. i think it's kind of impressive that society's evolved to a point at which the loss of something that wasn't even around several years ago renders them helpless and frenzied. it was kind of like the blackout... and when we called in the army to clear snow. i like all of toronto's pseudo-apocalyptic adventures.
my brother used to have a wasp-killing club in elementary school -
wasps of the insect variety.
he and his little friends used to knock them out of the air with shirts, and then squish them. i thought it was mean, but everyone was thankful because the schoolyard was teeming with wasps. i just remembered that tonight - because i killed a mosquito, and then i felt bad. i think it's a little ridiculous. i do feel bad, though; i can't help it. i fucking loathe mosquitoes. i don't mind wasps... too much.
i had a lot of random things to say,
and now i can't remember any of them.
apparently i can't think and write simultaneously.
i'm sorry i haven't been around much lately - socially, electronically, or in physical presence. i'm not sure if anyone's actually noticed, but - if you have, sorry.
i'm not really sorry, though...
no,
i just re-considered it,
and i'm still not sorry.
i'm going to clean my room, it's going to be wonderful and comfy; then i'm going to light a million candles and lie around in my underwear. it'll remind me of jess. maybe i'll invite a glass of wine to join me. i need to start sometime.
i'm covered in bruises.
i don't know where they came from.
speaking of coming...
Hopefully there will be kensington-ing soon now that it's hot and summer and all.