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ride
It was an impromptu event last night. Strange how things fall into place. Found myself bundled in some sleeping bags, a borrowed winter coat and munching on some chips at the side of the half-pipe. Pitch black out there, save for the lit rosy ends of cigarettes, low, glowing pipe bowls of weed and the stars that follow on a cold, crisp night ( Read more... ) -
livres
I've been doing a hell of a lot of reading lately. I'm feeling somewhat like my reclusive 13 year old self again. I haven't been out of the house since... Tuesday? Or Wednesday? And that's fine by me. My dad and I would go to the library on the weekends and I'd take out a stack of books to read over the week. It got to a point where I devoured the ( Read more... ) -
awake
I'm sick of waking up feeling unsettled with a frown.
I feel old. Older than twenty one (and a bit) years old. Older than young adulthood and bills and debt. Older than the harsh realization of death and the fear of my parents dying. Older than the bittersweet knowledge that in due time, all we know, and all we love, could change and leave as ( Read more... ) -
stop
Come on, stop it. You know better. It's been almost nine hours and you still can't get your mind off it? That's not healthy, you know. Maybe, just maybe, that's a sign of a horribly unbalanced individual bordering on obsession, hovering just a few short hairs away from pathetic. You've got lots of other nice things to think about, don't you know? ( Read more... ) -
take a walk
There's been many a time when I've come home to my parents' house too late to be considered night, but far too dark to be dubbed morning. There's nothing really like walking home alone at that time. It's refreshingly cool; the breeze comes flying clear through and up over the houses. It's so clean and sharp, sometimes it carries a soft hint of ( Read more... ) -
up the cakes
I'm going to start a cake blog called This Cake is a Pipe Bomb. Get it, get it? Aw, I dunno.
Behold, the gargantuan Cookie(s and Cream) Monster:
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home
We're moving home ( Read more... ) -
bones
Last night, at dinner, I ordered a quarter of a chicken. You and me, we sat in that awful beige booth made for two and though we gabbed on, I could not help myself but be distracted from the people around. Middle aged married couples sitting down for ribs, eating in silence, shifting uncomfortably at our raucous laughter. Parents with their pre- ( Read more... ) -
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I am sincerely trying.