November 2008
2 posts
but i've been practicing out loud.
Driving under the overpasses and feeling, for the first time in a while, that this mass of concrete was beautiful. Peaceful even. And it was a little cold outside. A little grey. You were driving me back home.
Sleeping next to you. Feeling like I was sleeping inside of you. You nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in, Our legs all wrapped up in eachother.
You served me orange juice in a champagne...
June 2008
3 posts
Discussing a broken phone line with tech people is frustrating because they’ll always insist that it’s your phone’s fault. A phone that has been working perfectly well up until 3 days ago.
And then you start thinking about how quiet it is without the phone ringing every 4 minutes. And then you start to feel isolated by how silent everything is and you sort of just wish that the...
May 2008
1 post
April 2008
2 posts
Voice On Tape - Jenny Owens Young
All the evidence points in one direction since i don't need you physically around I've got your voice on tape I've got your words in me I don't want anything else I don't want anyone else A thing that I have but I've dropped All that I've had but I dropped I want you back and forth I want you up and down I want you inside out I've got your voice on tape I've got your words in me I don't want...
March 2008
7 posts
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should...”
– Katharine Hepburn
more than i do
When I’m sick, and relatively snowed into my house I start doing things that make very little sense. For example: i’ve started painting my floor. I only hope that when and if I conceive I don’t pass along my lunacy to my offspring. Although it would, for the most part, make them more interesting to be around.
“The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
i want your flowers
Sometimes I get confused and think that I want things that I probably, by all logic, shouldn’t want. These feelings come and go like the tide. My high noon of indecision. My good judgement kicks in and I think, “No, that’s all wrong for me.” But is it? I spent years thinking that I knew what was best for me. Years of waiting and wishing and hoping that just maybe…he...
February 2008
16 posts
i'll love you till the end.
I wake up to the same gift from my Dad every Valentines Day. A heart-shaped box of chocolates. I stopped eating chocolate years ago, only because I’m not particularly fond of it. And lactose has been harder for me to deal with in recent years. God, that makes me sound like a bore. In any case, this boxes keep coming and coming. Every year I end up giving them to my Mum, which works out...
a decision
Butterflies in the stomach are an interesting thing. They don’t always signify the best beginnings to a relationship or even a fling. They sometimes accompany the worst guys; ones you’ll wish you’d never met after the fact. And sometimes when you think you should feel them…you don’t. I’ve decided that my stomach and my heart are not attached.
“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles...”
– e.e. cummings
Conversation with Ian
Me: I love that song (referencing a song he wrote)
He: I love you
Me: Because I love that song?
He: No, probably for lots of reasons.
soaked thoughts
While shaving my legs in the bath tonight I started thinking about Ray Lamontagne, and what it would be like to date someone that I’m completely in awe of. Would there be a dramatic power-shift whereby I don’t think I’m the still-point of the moving world? I think there probably would be. And I would laugh nervously at almost every word he says, and tell him endlessly how I felt...
I've always been wrong
I found some of your old letters today. I sat on my bed and read through them all. Some were sort of funny, but I found myself wincing at the spelling and grammatical errors that I was all too willing to ignore in my younger days. I winced, too, at my unrelenting idealism. My vision of how love would be. Love isn’t like that at all, Christina. You don’t know this yet, but he’s...
“I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a...”
January 2008
6 posts
A drunk bride is a happy bride.
I have two older sisters. One is three years older, and the other is eleven years older. They are BOTH getting married in the next year and a half. One of them is having a destination wedding in Cuba, and the other is having a traditional wedding here in Barrie. Now, I’ve only been in one bridal party. And I was six years old at the time. My job consisted of looking cute, smiling, and...
Giving up the ghost
Going through closets and cupboards. Pulling out the ghosts, packing them a lunch and telling them to get the hell out. There are whispers and clues all over the place. A letter dated December 22nd, 2005. So I knew even back then, huh? I wish I’d let myself in on that particular secret. An old cell phone tucked into a box under my bed, with the charger housed ominously close. After 2 hours...
I didn't ask you why
I found the tumblr link on Rollertrain and thought I would give it a whirl. Check out the functions, and see if it is in fact *in a whisper*….better than Blogger. I’ve been using blogger for four years now, and I can’t imagine a service much better. Xanga could never tempt me. Nor LiveJournal. But I’m starting to think there might be something about this tumblr...