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January 25, 2014 11:58PM

Do You Want To Dance?
  • I lived on Osgoode.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • I'm married to Bekki


I obviously want these entries to reflect how I'm feeling, and a sort of day-in-the-life picture of what I'm thinking and feeling and doing. I don't feel like my writing is capturing that very well recently.


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January 25, 2012 5:35AM

It's Early
  • I was dating Bekki
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


It's early and this isn't a real entry.

I'm working 7 to 3 today, which would be why I'm awake at 5am... I see a nap happening after work.


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January 25, 2010 11:49PM

Seemingly nothing
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


Kinda feels like I really didn't do anything tonight. I went to the grocery store after work on my bike, in the ice, and it was awesome. Then I came home, had spaghetti and watched The Office, and then played WoW, but didn't really do anything...


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January 25, 2006 12:00AM

Timeline!
  • I lived on Grey St.
  • Michelle was my Roommate


I was really bored and thinking about my hair (because that's obviously what I do with all my free time) and I was thinking about how my hair is constantly evolving and changing and never stays the same and always looks different and yet I always seem capable of pulling it off with style. So I was just amusing myself by making a little picture timeline of my blonde history, starting from the first blonde bangs up until the current blonde bangs, and then one in between one. Naturally I couldn't include all stages because that would be one freakin' long image, but a nice little start, middle and end picture was neat.. so here is the evolution of my blonde bangs.. they get blonder, and longer..! but I look different in each picture, which is cool!


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January 25, 2004 7:46PM

Steps Ascending
  • I lived with Ben on Cartier
  • I was with Linzie
  • I worked at Pizza Hut


steps ascend to a loaded gun, the scent of matches hangs in the air (a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat). we don't want to see this: a flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case, by the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach. let go, the wolves are closing in. there's no room left to make amends. do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire our regrets all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's running down the stairs, freeze the frame between the gun shot and the hole it makes. a spinning bullet waits in the middle. there's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. you can try to understand but i'm giving up.



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January 25, 2004 12:00AM

Over The Stars I Go
  • I lived with Ben on Cartier
  • I was with Linzie
  • I worked at Pizza Hut


Ya know, I'm just really pissed off. Nothing ever changes, nothing ever develops. People everywhere always say that I can come to them for help or that they're here for me, and then when I actually need them, or try to open up, I get people telling me I'm stupid for thinking that, or they say, "Oh, be quiet!" or they just don't let me open up at all... play it off like something that's not actually killing me. Well fuck.. everyone's just kinda full of shit then eh?



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