I always feel a bit confused when I visit Florida. There are a lot of conflicting feelings that result from being around my family again--remembering pieces of my childhood, visiting with friends that I realize (in retrospect) are far smarter than I, and having somewhat of a full schedule in start contrast to my ever-empty Canadian one. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

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Why is that? Or am I just so self-absorbed that I actually think I'm mysterious? Maybe I just sit here and think of things too much, and I'd rather not--so I dismiss the idea of writing altogether. Whatever it is, it's driving me crazy. What if I get run over by a bus tomorrow and the latest post on my blog was some dumb remark about... I dunno. I ( Read more... )

A lot has probably changed since I last posted--I don't even know ( Read more... )

Y'know what? The least I can do on here is post random pictures that I've collected from the internet.

( tracey )

Yesterday, Steven & I passed a restaurant we'd never noticed, named "The Grille of My Dreams".

I need to start that writing little snippets once-a-day thing again, because otherwise I just forget entirely and neglect my friends page as well.

Steven & I are watching Fellowship of the Ring. I've also been observing some serious Left 4 Dead action, but now I keep expecting to see zombies in our house when I walk around the corner.

Seriously. Why not spread some Christmas cheer? We're both sick, it's 60 degrees in here, your pilot light is on (so that means it's something more serious, huzzah), and the HIGH today outside is -15. You think you're so cute.

Regretfully,
Kati

I've been sleeping all day to ignore the itching. It's really hard to be productive.

Dear Furnace,

Please turn on. I know I like it cold, but 65 degrees when there is snow on the ground outside is simply not acceptable. And we do not have $3,500 to buy one of your friends if you conk out.

Sincerely,
A Floridian in Canada