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The Return of the Dirtbikes
Rowan came home with a dirtbike on the back of his friend's trailer. I was floored; I couldn't believe that after flipping Zach's he'd actually still want one but he did, and now he's blown a good 650 on this mini-bike thing that can't even be registered.
It doesn't matter that it can't go out on a road - he didn't flip on the road, he flipped in ( Read more... ) -
Homeward bound.
Life has been pretty quiet; I've failed miserably at promising to make this journal My Life's Work, but one moment I'm caught up in my art journalling, and another I'm daydreaming away in little odds and ends of stories.
It's been so oddly comfortable, here, staying in the one spot and then in other ways it's been horrible. All Rowan and I ever ( Read more... ) -
Oh, lost little girl.
So, after all that excitement about getting into University, I decided to defer for a another year ( Read more... ) -
Fuck it.
Wrote awesome entry about night out then it got ate.
Too tired.
Will come back later and then proceed to gossip and bitch.
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Welcome in the New Year with a range of mistakes and learnings.
I can't even begin to pick what to write about.
The internet died just before NYE, and I've only just been able to log on. It's been driving me crazy, having to rely on the slow and clumsy method of my handwriting to write everything down, but I suppose if anything, I got to kick-start my vow of recording each and every day, no matter how boring.
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And it all spills out...
I don't know what's compelled me to start sharing my thoughts with what could turn out to be the entire world, but I guess I find safety in talking to strangers.
No one I know will find this, I know that like I know my own name.
Perhaps I shouldn't even be writing the things I want to here, but... I have to. I hate keeping my feelings bottled up ( Read more... )