Too stubborn to give up; too proud to give in.

It's funny isn't it. Screwing up, I mean. No one expects it or wants it to happen. You don't leave your house thinking you're going to fall flat on your face. You don't sit around dreaming about setting off grenades in your own life. The cranky neighbour's yard, yes. Your life, no ( Read more... )

He makes me happy. And not just a mom is making ribs for dinner kind of happy, but a goofy, giddy, crazy kind of happy ( Read more... )

I can't describe it. I can't explain it. But if I could, I would say it's like... it's like when you've been craving something particularly delicious all day and then you get home and you start cooking. And delicious smells start to waft through the air and your stomach starts to growl and your mouth starts to water with anticipation. And finally, ( Read more... )

It's not a competition or anything ( Read more... )

I don't have good feet. The arches are too high. I have weak ankles. I have shifty knees. I've got a bad back and a horrible neck, but my head's still on straight. And I've got a good heart. Please don't break it.

You don't need to beg for my forgiveness. You have that already and you probably always will. I couldn't stay mad at you even if I wanted to. Like I said, you don't need to beg, you don't need to plead, you don't need to get on your knees, you don't need to do anything at all. But you'll never deserve me if you don't.

You can say as much or as ( Read more... )

I do the thing that people talk about doing, that people tell you to do and that you want to do, but that you're not really supposed to do. I tell people how I feel about them. I do it because it's much easier on me for those feelings to live out there in the world rather than inside me. But I also do it because sometimes people die or they forget ( Read more... )

Patience is a dying virtue. Just about no one in this world knows how to wait for anything anymore. And it's really starting to irritate me. But what doesn't irritate me these days?

The view of the city and the river as I'm crossing the Portage bridge. Yeah, that's always nice.

There's a fine line between doing what is right for you and following your heart. I just haven't figured out exactly where that line is yet. Or which side I'm on.