The streets were open and empty, no more passion play
Boy oh boy. Apparently I have bronchitis. I guess it developed out of the cold I caught from Alix. Alix by the way, finally moved to Edmonton, and we’ve been hanging out tons. It’s been pretty pimped. She’s probably the only other person in the world who loves Rescue Mediums, Ghostly Encounters, and CSI as much as I do. Last week I practically lived at her apartment with her and her roommate, Jamie. For the better part of five days anyway.
“Why hello there Alixandra, this is Gianne from H&R Paint calling…”
Nothing else is really new at all.
My parents keep promising that I can get my license, every single week. However, it still hasn’t happened, and now I’m beginning to doubt that I’ll have it anytime before age thirty. Either way, I have a lot of trips planned around that damn license. I need to make a Fort McMurray stop-in with Marisa, because going for months and months on end without each other, is a lot fucking harder than it may seem. I believe I’m also heading down to dreaded Calgary to see Kyla and hopefully Sethington. And after that, eventually it will be the December coast trip. Fucking stoked on that shit, bitches.
What else… Hmm.
Pink exclamation marks.
Green spacemen.
Toothbrushes.
Swings.
Falling off of swings.
Bronchitis.
Dramas.
Long distance.
"TURN THAT DOWN, YOU'RE OFFENDING PEOPLE!"
Breakups.
Make-ups.
Underground dinosaurs.
"I want to ask you, what is up?"
Sims 2.
Thanksgiving.
Fisherman’s friend.
Job hunts.
Frosty’s.
Can’t stop smoking.
Missing you.
Missing you.
Missing you.
You don’t even know.