Goodbye.

I will not blog here anymore.

He's too short.
But he has the right color hair and eyes.
And he's from Alberta.

...

No, Kayla. You can't date him.
Except he's sweet and treated you like you wanted to be treated for a night.
And helped take care of your passed out friends.
And you really want to date him.

Annie and I have decided that as a failed lent thing, I shall go forty days without dating. However, we created a "just in case" list. And I can on;y date a guy if he fits it perfectly. Most of these aren't my ultimate qualities. They're just fun ( Read more... )

Dear you ( Read more... )

Today I climbed up a mountain completely sober. I worked up an intense sweat, too. The climb was steep. The branches scratched my ankles and got stuck in my hair. But we got to the top and I looked down and saw all of Victoria and quite a bit of the island ( Read more... )

You weren't the first to tell me, actually.
Liane told me in the hall.

But thanks for the facebook message.
We all know facebook is the most important way to keep in touch with those we care about.
More important than, say, calling.

About as important as livejournal for keeping in touch.
That's all.

Oh shit.

When you seem unable to write about anything without prolific onomatopoeia use, go to sleep ( Read more... )

Warning: Cliche alert ( Read more... )

We often confuse what we want with what is.

What is, isn't exactly what I want. (But it's the right thing to do. For most people involved.)

What do I want?

Simple answer. Complicated solution.

(You.)