| I have lived another year since the last time I wrote, and I gotta admit it was a tad too long. Right now I am living pretty well, working 2 jobs and going to school full time. I'm shorter on time than I've ever been but it makes the free time that much sweeter. I have a little family now, the same great guy and a cat and dog. It's working. My nephew was born last year and he's beautiful. He goes everywhere with a stuffed tiger, making him with his blue eyes and blonde hair look endearingly like a real-life Calvin and Hobbes. It's amazing to be a close observer of the many stages of life. I find myself thinking more and more often about other people, other people's lives from their own perspectives. I wonder all the time what people are thinking. I feel so badly for disregarding the feelings of other people in my life, and I imagine what life is like for every person I see. Life is so rich. This year I've felt like savouring life like a fork full of moist chocolate cake. |
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| For whatever reason the need to have a tiny voice in a sea of internet loudspeakers has been reawakened in me today. I'm home, I'm alive in Canada, I miss Seattle every day. I feel all kinds of exciting emotions these days and it's nice to put them somewhere to air out. Oh hello, hello, hello again!
It's a healthy time. At this moment, it is so beautiful out and there are so many things to behold about fall, about change, about the trials and triumphs of student living, living as a couple, living as a guardian, being something valuable. I'm so excited, I feel good about what I decide to do with my time and I've never felt so good about spending time with people. It's October, though, and before Halloween it's easy to feel carefree and exempt from pressure. I'm giving myself a pass to enjoy it before the puddles freeze over.
I feel a fire in my belly, like a steam engine. I am robust. I'm an adult. I have urges and responsibilities and best of all, I care about everyone else's. |
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| I'm not sorry. That is not who I am, it is never going to describe me.
I consider myself moral, careful, just and free. I do not believe in God, I have no spiritual affiliation.
And I am very, very happy.
I feel like there's nowhere I can say that anymore. Where is this so-called freedom? |
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| Seriously, Priceline. Never again.
All we want is five days to be away.
Anywhere.
...Well, anywhere downtown.
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| I am listening to Omarion. Don't judge me. I'm glad we are where we're at. It's tough enough not seeing you for a weekend. |
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