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Well, I really don't have anything to report, but I will try.
Wednesday:
Tea, or should I say pub night, was me and two others. It was good to get to talking to a person that I don't really know that well. The second person didn't show up until about an hour an a half after the first.
Thursday:
Work, etc.
Friday:
Tried to go see Bond with zenFish, the movie was sold out. Impressive. The Fish also wanted to see if Zellers had any Wiis. They didn't, but we found out they were going to have some tomorrow morning. I didn't go back.
Saturday:
I was suppose to help a friend shoot a comericial, but things didn't turn out, I spent the rest of my afternoon inside.
Sunday:
COLD! I wore my hoodie all day. I also wore my sock gloves I made. I took some socks with holes in the heels, cut off the toe part. I stick my thumbs through the heel hole and my fingers out the open toe part. I have had these for a long time now, I just never had a chance to use them. I like them though.
Monday:
Freeze. Work. Freeze. Home. Wear hoodie and sock gloves again.
Tuesday:
Freeze. Work. Freeze. Home. Make food. Feel sick after eating only half of it. Sleep for about an hour. Still tired.
So, really nothing happened in my life. I have stayed to work and home mostly.
I want to leave you guys with something though...
I open the door to the outside
To let the outside world in
And to let me out to the world
Where I call out to others
Others that I have seen many times
Some go on without hesitation
Some look at me oddly
But mostly they stop for a while
Answer the questions I have
Then carry on with their lifes
Leaving me standing there
Like a cop just letting a witness go
I notice I am starting to get cold
Standing outside in this weather
I see frost accumulate on my limbs
Biting at skin as I stay still
Turn the surface from red to blue
Then numbness and black
Then the pain becomes to great
I need to go back
Back into the house wence I came
To the warmth that I know that is there
Waiting for me to return
Knowing that it will be there unconditionally
So I start to retreat to the open door
I enter slamming the wood slab shut
Turning the key, locking it tight
And I pounder, and question
Why do I open the door?
I know that outside it cold
As stallegtites of ice on my fingers show
What do I hope to accomplish with this
This is not the first time I have returned
Returned with wounded skin and heart
Sometimes the wounds heal
Sometimes there is scarring
It is unknown until the healing begins
And I question and pounder
As I crawl into my inviting bed
Warm and safe in the blanket
I take up the fetal position
Turn off the lights to welcome darkness
Go to sleep, rest my wounded body
Because I know that tomorrow
The door will have to open again
Have a good day readers...
Well, I really don't have anything to report, but I will try.
Wednesday:
Tea, or should I say pub night, was me and two others. It was good to get to talking to a person that I don't really know that well. The second person didn't show up until about an hour an a half after the first.
Thursday:
Work, etc.
Friday:
Tried to go see Bond with zenFish, the movie was sold out. Impressive. The Fish also wanted to see if Zellers had any Wiis. They didn't, but we found out they were going to have some tomorrow morning. I didn't go back.
Saturday:
I was suppose to help a friend shoot a comericial, but things didn't turn out, I spent the rest of my afternoon inside.
Sunday:
COLD! I wore my hoodie all day. I also wore my sock gloves I made. I took some socks with holes in the heels, cut off the toe part. I stick my thumbs through the heel hole and my fingers out the open toe part. I have had these for a long time now, I just never had a chance to use them. I like them though.
Monday:
Freeze. Work. Freeze. Home. Wear hoodie and sock gloves again.
Tuesday:
Freeze. Work. Freeze. Home. Make food. Feel sick after eating only half of it. Sleep for about an hour. Still tired.
So, really nothing happened in my life. I have stayed to work and home mostly.
I want to leave you guys with something though...
I open the door to the outside
To let the outside world in
And to let me out to the world
Where I call out to others
Others that I have seen many times
Some go on without hesitation
Some look at me oddly
But mostly they stop for a while
Answer the questions I have
Then carry on with their lifes
Leaving me standing there
Like a cop just letting a witness go
I notice I am starting to get cold
Standing outside in this weather
I see frost accumulate on my limbs
Biting at skin as I stay still
Turn the surface from red to blue
Then numbness and black
Then the pain becomes to great
I need to go back
Back into the house wence I came
To the warmth that I know that is there
Waiting for me to return
Knowing that it will be there unconditionally
So I start to retreat to the open door
I enter slamming the wood slab shut
Turning the key, locking it tight
And I pounder, and question
Why do I open the door?
I know that outside it cold
As stallegtites of ice on my fingers show
What do I hope to accomplish with this
This is not the first time I have returned
Returned with wounded skin and heart
Sometimes the wounds heal
Sometimes there is scarring
It is unknown until the healing begins
And I question and pounder
As I crawl into my inviting bed
Warm and safe in the blanket
I take up the fetal position
Turn off the lights to welcome darkness
Go to sleep, rest my wounded body
Because I know that tomorrow
The door will have to open again
Have a good day readers...
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Yah I'm not to keen on the internet dating thing. Doesn't feel like me.
Trying to sound cool on the internet is way to hard