2007 in Review
January: this will be a year of honesty.
February: woke up this morning to a phone call from Tortured Artist, which strikes me as a damn good way to find my way back from the Dreamscapes.
March: so chaostyger says that the shit that happens to me doesn't happen to other people- it only happens in movies or sitcoms.
April: i have a friend. a companion, if you will. leaving in less than two weeks for new zealand. for a year. and then australia for four months. and then africa for who knows how long. and that is why he is friend/companion/lover- but not "boyfriend".
May: ...foot is healing. itches like motherfucker. by which i mean a lot. ugh.
June: back at work today, after a glorious nine day vacation up in that other Vancouver- Beautiful British Columbia.
July: I totally forgot to mention the very best part of my hike yesterday!
August: My hair smells faintly of rosewater.
September: I'm currently sitting in L and Bigby's living room, listening to their affectionate squabbling in the kitchen, and loving being on their wireless network.
October: It is a known fact (little or well, depending on the demographic) that I am goofy-footed.
November: Last night I dreamt that I was in some sort of school setting, and Ghost was there, too.
December: It's a hard thing, sometimes, to know that you are right- that you made the right decision, took the right path, made the right choice.
Hmph. Wonder what bizarrely-out-of-context one (or seven)-liners this next year will bring?
February: woke up this morning to a phone call from Tortured Artist, which strikes me as a damn good way to find my way back from the Dreamscapes.
March: so chaostyger says that the shit that happens to me doesn't happen to other people- it only happens in movies or sitcoms.
April: i have a friend. a companion, if you will. leaving in less than two weeks for new zealand. for a year. and then australia for four months. and then africa for who knows how long. and that is why he is friend/companion/lover- but not "boyfriend".
May: ...foot is healing. itches like motherfucker. by which i mean a lot. ugh.
June: back at work today, after a glorious nine day vacation up in that other Vancouver- Beautiful British Columbia.
July: I totally forgot to mention the very best part of my hike yesterday!
August: My hair smells faintly of rosewater.
September: I'm currently sitting in L and Bigby's living room, listening to their affectionate squabbling in the kitchen, and loving being on their wireless network.
October: It is a known fact (little or well, depending on the demographic) that I am goofy-footed.
November: Last night I dreamt that I was in some sort of school setting, and Ghost was there, too.
December: It's a hard thing, sometimes, to know that you are right- that you made the right decision, took the right path, made the right choice.
Hmph. Wonder what bizarrely-out-of-context one (or seven)-liners this next year will bring?