I dream I'm drowning in prose. submerged in a bathtub filled with words. choking on love, laughter, hate, disaster. I open my mouth to scream, the language flows out like apparitions. A tidal wave of lyrics and poetry.
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Listening on Repeat
Deer Tick - Art Isn't Real (City of Sin) Bon Iver - Skinny Love Colin Hay - Beautiful
as the pain and terror of labour looms closer I've been trying to prepare. I'm going to burn a cd or two to listen to and hopefully help me relax. The songs need to be relaxing, positive songs.
I think I'm going to retire from livejournal. actually i sort of already have. i'm only keeping the account so I can read a few friends journals. If you don't want me to spy on you, just take me off your friends list.
thanks and goodbye. you can find me on facebook. i love it there.
I'm going to the Canucks game tomorrow night. woohoo. I'm only posting this because I put on self tanner and i'm sitting in my ginch waiting for it to dry.. doo doo doo.
Last year was all a blur. Most notably I lost friends, made new ones, drank tons of alcohol, decided to give up on love, and subsequently found it.. in the process I quit my job, packed my things, and left town
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Another day in rainy vancouver. Another morning of waking up next to the most amazing person I've ever met. The pieces of the puzzle are all falling into place. I feel safe for the first time in years, but terrified that its all just a ruse.