my peeps The Boys
RaJ
Tayster
factory_peasant
Surfer Mitch
Scared Bunny
Jake
Hof
my peeps The Girls
Sass
Pajiba
Tristan Roy
Radiohead blue eyes,
crooked teeth,
intellectual,
goofball,
slacker,
socialist.
Stuff and Nonsense
You LOVE Me THIS much
What Came Before
Steff
Crystal
Lyvvie
Cate
OEN
--spared--
Rachel
bitchy
Dlisted
Janet Charlton
MPH
Go Fug Yourself
the pretty pictures
Owen Billcliffe
No Traces
Sam Javanrouh
the professionals blog
Matthew Good
Margaret Cho
Rick Mercer
Tony Pierce
Whil Wheaton
Waiter
shameless self promotion
About Me
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now we grieve cause now is gone
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My kitchen sink is leaking and the super is nowhere to be found. I'm wondering when this shit is going to stop, walking into water pools in the darkness is just not thrilling. I've been living in my head again and it's coming out here. I'd appologise but you're humouring me so I'll just leave it at that. What I know is that I'm a different person when I'm caught up inside my head then when I'm in the world. It's weird, but I don't write and I don't socialise or even really live when I'm living in my head. It's only when I write that I connect again and sometimes I'm so jolted by the reconnect. It's like stepping into cold, gooey pools of water in the dark. Weird, disorienting and kinda gross.
It's still warmer than normal here, which makes it hard to figure out whether a sheet is ok or if there's a blanket required. My life is such simple things and the craziness that's inherent in the terminally underwhelmed. I'm not sure what I've been dreaming about, but I don't ever want to wake up these days so I'm guessing it's good.
Keep Blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 12:27 PM