Merry Whatever It Is That Is Celebrated Nowadays. I hope it's filled with good festive smells and reassuring fantasies of snow because we have obviously done something to make the sky mad. Maybe that can be a new year's resolution, create a master plan to stop pissing the sky off. Don't fret, I'm working on it.

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I sense that something, somewhere isn't right. No, not somewhere. Close to home. Why is it that a truck half parked on the driveway, half parked on the lawn can signify danger? Has it always been like that? I don't know. I wish I had someone to reassure me of the situation, but as luck would have it there is no one here. Why the truck? Why the ( Read more... )

Maybe it's all the December rain. Or maybe there's just not enough. Either way it's enough to keep me in bed in the morning. I listen to the weather in the dark winter morning, and if it sounds wet I won't move. Who said winter only offers snow days? It should be assumed that if water hits the ground in December, education should be cancelled for ( Read more... )

Who in your life do you hate so much that you would buy this waste for? The people who don't agree with me usually don't receive any of my gifts. The season usually makes me forget them, so why are you buying this garbage in their honour? It's fun, looking at the gifts in the arms of shoppers, wondering who in the world that could possibly be given ( Read more... )

You missed the boat, Sir. I used to be in love with you. I used to admire the way your lower lip makes a hard ridge every time you talk, making me want to balance a line of olives. I can picture them now, stationary like a pile of books on top of a poised etiquette head. And not to mention, they would nicely compliment the washed and worn colours ( Read more... )

happy birthday amanda.
why thank you.
when i wake up, i'm sure i'll feel the same.

I am no longer a child. I keep my crayon boxes and felt unicorn pictures safe within my drawers, with the hopes that I may one day find another use for them. I neatly file 'My Favourite Colour Is Blue', the book I wrote in grade 1, in case one day blue birds will actually fly outside my window, or I will somedeay wear a crisp blue uniform of a ( Read more... )

I've been ignoring myself lately, but for what, I don't know. I don't want to say it's a rut, I'm just lazy. I have too much time instead of the right amount ( Read more... )

1)For some reason, you always come first to me. I don't use the term best friend, but you're the closest to it. While some people misinterrpret your honesty, I greatly enjoy it. You make me want to love more ( Read more... )

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