Sunny Day Confetti
There is a bee in the store. The stupid thing is, I swear it flew in the moment I thought, "Wow it would be really shitty if a bee flew in the open door!" FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---
The door is open because the whole store reeks of gasoline. It's making me sick ;.;.
Maple Cinnamon French Toast Bagels are why I am alive.
I'm writing today! The idea came into my head after my shower. That happens a lot.
I haven't shaved in a couple of days but I'm wearing shorts. Do you think anyone will notice?
THE BEE JUST CAME BACK SDGKLHSDGKLH. I'm starting to suspect it's the same bee that tried to fuck my ear on my way back from Tim's.
All I can hear are saws, saws, saws. I keep telling myself, "Thai Express is worth it, the food is delicious," over and over again, but still! RAR!
I traumatised myself by watching three documentaries of 9/11 in a row. I still get chills just thinking about it. I was a completely different person ten years ago. I mean, think about it:
-I was just put on ADs
-We had just gotten Nim that summer
-I was in grade 12
-I was dating Mike
-I was starting to put on weight
I was a wreck back then. Now, while not perfect, I'd like to think things have gotten better. The attack fucked me up, though. I still have dreams about planes falling from the sky and landing in my neighbourhood, and my having to arm myself with my swords to kill the hijackers. Seriously, who dreams of that shit? I think I remember the most my mother and I, after she had come home from work, sitting in the back yard and just listening to...silence. We live near the airport, so we get a lot of air traffic. That day, there was nothing. We were already nervous, because her hospital was put on back-up alert in case they needed to go to New York (it never happened), so hearing nothing added to that. Scary.
I'm really starting to enjoy meditation. I sometimes actually crave it. I'll be reading, and then my eyes slide to my straw cushion, and I'll end up putting the book down and doing zazen for like, fifteen minutes. The longest I've sat is only a half-hour, but hey, I'm a newbie. Leave me alone.
My shorts are too big. What the flying fuck. A year ago I had the opposite problem. This is stupid. Don't be mad at me for saying that ;.;. I don't like it. I like being chubby. It makes me feel Willendorf (if you don't get that, look it up).
Milo is a moron. He keeps trapping himself in the living room to sleep on the rocking chair. But he can't find his way out so whenever he wants out he CRIES and CRIES and I shriek at him not to do that and he does it anyway. And then when I rescue him he clings to me and purrs. STOP TRAPPING ME WITH LOVE.
I have a video and pics of him, by the way. I will post them tomorrow.
I had a dream the other night that my hair was loooong. It was scary and sad and weird. My hair will never be long.
My fingers are thin enough to wear my parents' ring again. It's pretty. I like it.
By the way, Terry, your stone is a Garnet. I always picture you with Amethyst, though. Probably the purple thing. And also, Garnet is more orange than red. Stupid picture.
I think that's it. Time to earn my paycheque, lol.
Bye.
The door is open because the whole store reeks of gasoline. It's making me sick ;.;.
Maple Cinnamon French Toast Bagels are why I am alive.
I'm writing today! The idea came into my head after my shower. That happens a lot.
I haven't shaved in a couple of days but I'm wearing shorts. Do you think anyone will notice?
THE BEE JUST CAME BACK SDGKLHSDGKLH. I'm starting to suspect it's the same bee that tried to fuck my ear on my way back from Tim's.
All I can hear are saws, saws, saws. I keep telling myself, "Thai Express is worth it, the food is delicious," over and over again, but still! RAR!
I traumatised myself by watching three documentaries of 9/11 in a row. I still get chills just thinking about it. I was a completely different person ten years ago. I mean, think about it:
-I was just put on ADs
-We had just gotten Nim that summer
-I was in grade 12
-I was dating Mike
-I was starting to put on weight
I was a wreck back then. Now, while not perfect, I'd like to think things have gotten better. The attack fucked me up, though. I still have dreams about planes falling from the sky and landing in my neighbourhood, and my having to arm myself with my swords to kill the hijackers. Seriously, who dreams of that shit? I think I remember the most my mother and I, after she had come home from work, sitting in the back yard and just listening to...silence. We live near the airport, so we get a lot of air traffic. That day, there was nothing. We were already nervous, because her hospital was put on back-up alert in case they needed to go to New York (it never happened), so hearing nothing added to that. Scary.
I'm really starting to enjoy meditation. I sometimes actually crave it. I'll be reading, and then my eyes slide to my straw cushion, and I'll end up putting the book down and doing zazen for like, fifteen minutes. The longest I've sat is only a half-hour, but hey, I'm a newbie. Leave me alone.
My shorts are too big. What the flying fuck. A year ago I had the opposite problem. This is stupid. Don't be mad at me for saying that ;.;. I don't like it. I like being chubby. It makes me feel Willendorf (if you don't get that, look it up).
Milo is a moron. He keeps trapping himself in the living room to sleep on the rocking chair. But he can't find his way out so whenever he wants out he CRIES and CRIES and I shriek at him not to do that and he does it anyway. And then when I rescue him he clings to me and purrs. STOP TRAPPING ME WITH LOVE.
I have a video and pics of him, by the way. I will post them tomorrow.
I had a dream the other night that my hair was loooong. It was scary and sad and weird. My hair will never be long.
My fingers are thin enough to wear my parents' ring again. It's pretty. I like it.
By the way, Terry, your stone is a Garnet. I always picture you with Amethyst, though. Probably the purple thing. And also, Garnet is more orange than red. Stupid picture.
I think that's it. Time to earn my paycheque, lol.
Bye.