So it's three AM. I'm half watching The Covenant, and wishing I were half dead. I feel so insanly not good, and so happy at the same time.

Truth was split tonight, of sexual tension and breaking points. And high-jinx and no sodas. And five minutes, and thirty nine minutes...

And promises of no promises.

I am so TIRED, and stupidly love-struck.
Mercy me, God Bless Catastrophe!!

Tomorrow, and then it'll be extra smelly, and extra special... just like you!
Who says that?
-Only MY boy.
Thats who.
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The romance capital of our frozen tundra.
And me and my disaster belle shall be crossing more than just provincial borders to get there.

Breaking Hearts and the Soles of Shoes since 2003, when we became the Shiz-nit.

My weekend was fucked.
Completely.
I mean for starters, I started kinda on Wednesday when Mom took off. And it just got weirder and weirder.

Thursday it was Mike and computers.

Friday it was house parties and anti-social notes.

Saturday was Backrubs and Breakfasts in bed and work to kill and another impromptu laundry session.

Sunday was work/not working and dinner with a family that is not mine, and a hockey game that was terrible. Sleeping in too late, and making him late for his shift...

And now I have to go and shower, hit up the docter's office, school, meeting then home.
Thank God it's a three day week for us.

Thank God for alot of things as of late.
No more lies.
You have my word, as much as that likely means...
It's all I got.
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Yesterday, fourty minutes delayed and overjoyed... Our trip came to its conclusion.

After being frantic and worried, to having it all worked out, to having it all work out...
This was a wonderful excuse to run away from life.

Thursday was Flogging Molly at the best venue I've ever graced, and merch and cafe coffee and happiness.

Friday it was Shopaholic madness impromtu mexican (italian) and an neurological obbession with the number 23.

Saturday is was walks, and thai, walks and 300, walks and ciggerette breaks, walks and getting lost, walks, and self loathing, and more walking.

Sunday it was DisneyMania at the Gallery of fine Art Montreal, with Monet and Stokes. Dinner that was an arm and a leg and a drafty breeze. Which led to ice cream and a bottle of cheap wine, and the popcicle stick game.

Monday it was shopping and debit card russian roulette, bus rides, perverse security crossings, and the longest plane ride home EVER.

Then kisses, spins and laughter. Tales told, and new words spoke. Your TACKtfulness, dear boy, is amazing. But your gone now, until Thursday, maybe Friday...

Which leaves me sad, alone, and lonesome. Those fleeting moments we spent together last night, they tease me now.
Were they real? They seem surreal.
In all reality I just want to hold you for hours.

There. I said it.

And you said it first.
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Is it nearly blasphemous to claim to have found religion, and God while studying for a religious midterm? Do things suddenly click?

To think that if indeed there was a God, who claimed to be all knowing, and all forgiving...
That he could forgive this world...

And end the suffering that is James Apple's Religion 101 class.


I leave for a scouting of Alberta's landscape tonight, meaning a loss of adult morals for one day, and feel the heartbreak that is love all over again, for a significantly lesser time, but shattering none the less.

Your damned words choked me up bad last night, you have no idea how good it made me feel. No matter how much shit flys our way. It will work, if we can make it through this summer... we can do just about anything.

This is just a silly, lovestruck, mushy hearted gal saying goodbye to sanity until tomorrow evening.

Goodbye Dearests.
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A wasted day, No sadness there.

Just this innate and overwhelming boredom that is my week. Besides school, I have rarely left the house in the last week, It just reinforces how much my mother actually does for me, in that I refer to keeping my brother occupied.

This coming from the lovely responsible daughter that is me.

I am in panic mode, in that I have multiple papers due very soon, and have neither topics nor sources for them. Good thing lovely lover boy is going mountain excavating in a few days, I'm going to miss him something terrible, but it will give me sometime to accomplish some shiiiiit.

Lovers in Love with the Loveliest of Loves.
That is what Easter shall bring.
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