i've been bitching about my hip and groin for the past two todays. started working today at Metropolis (which i am now coining Metroposhit, ghetto, slum, etc.) and ended up leaving three hours early to see a doctor for my mid-section issues. the doctor informs that i have completely torn my pelvic muscles and if i continue to walk for other reasons ( Read more... )

i figure it hasn't set in as much as it should have by now. it also feels a great deal longer than it's actually been. i cried whilst watching A Walk To Remember last night; i fail to have cried for what i thought i would have (by now). it's in the fact that i don't think my life has changed so much as my geography has that my cheeks remain dry. ( Read more... )

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Megan- i am mad at you.
i hope your roomates enjoy being woken up at 7 am

along with you.

if you live in:

Port Coquitlam
Coquitlam
Surrey
Richmond
Delta
North Delta
South Delta
Tsawassen
Ladner
White Rock
Burnaby
New Westminster
Port Moody
Mission

do not tell others you live in Vancouver.

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i don't miss you until i realise that you haven't called and that you probably don't miss me. then you call and i notice that you miss me and i realise that i don't miss you unless you don't call and you stop missing me ( Read more... )

internet connection coming on Monday.
(which makes you wonder how i posted this piece...?)

hoping to receive more letters, although i love that damn wheelbarrow child so i'm satisfied for now.

considered crimes can cause cold companies complete chaos: careful caging corporate cogs.

what ever happened to the art of the letter? with so many well-versed in the tech of email, you have you wonder- how's everyone's cursive looking these days? at thought and in passing, it's so romantic, and so devastatingly forgotten. i need it to be the new Vogue trend; i want to be satisfied, in my chair, letter opener in hand, biting my lip at ( Read more... )