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femmeemo Sadly I go. - Subscribe

I've been waiting to watch 500 Days of Summer for almost a year now. I knew it would be one of those super cute movies, and Joesph Gordon-Levitt is my celeb crush, so how could it be wrong? Right?

It was like watching a fast forward of my life. A slightly altered flashback. A nighttime dream gone bad. I have this sick feeling like that is what I am doomed to. Heartache and woe.

Heartache and woe, heartache and woe.

I wish I was a more positive person. With an upbeat personality and quick witted lines and this unwavering sense of self. One where I knew who I was. Where I was going...

Instead I watch Hollywood movies and let them ruin my day. I am that sad.

Mood: Bummed.
I Hear: Sweet Disposition.

femmeemo Lie Back Jun 1st, 2010 3:43:11 pm - Subscribe

Bruce Haack has a diiiirty voice.

"Lie Back, Lie Back, Lie Back, Nothing else for you to dooo...."

My birthday was a bust. The wedding was a fabulous drunk. The hangover day made me love him more than ever. And then Monday came and wrecked it all.

I wrecked it all. Why do I feel like I need to lie. It just makes me look guilty. Constantly. It was a simple little thing, but I know it makes him furious; why do I continually do it to myself? And to top it all off...

My bank account got drained by some scum of the earth hackers. Unimpressive. My rent was supposed to come out today, and instead I get an eviction notice. AWESOME.

I want it to be Sunday all over again. Potato Pancakes, and head pats, and dinner like we used to, and secret sleepovers and snuggly-laughs.

My new years resolution... I finally figured it out. I resolve to no longer lie. Not even white lies. Not even clear lies. Not even invisible lies.
I resolve to be up front with how I feel. No matter whose feelings get hurt.

Because I am tired of lying to myself.

Mood: exhausted.
I Hear: Lie Back - Bruce Haack

femmeemo Tedious. May 17th, 2010 3:53:55 pm - Subscribe


Things in my life are almost always described as awkward. I suppose one could thusly deduce that I am an awkward sort.
I am so tired as of late, it’s nearly unbearable. It seems like I have a bajillion and twelve things on the go constantly. This month is always the one that stretches me the furthest.

May. The month of birthdays, weddings, graduations, camping, trips and heartache.

How’ve I missed thee.

For my birthday I want a few things:
A debt-free life
New bedding
A day devoted to me.

Perhaps a night of girly dancing and fruit-filled drinks?
Perhaps just a good nights’ sleep.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Perhaps I’ll grow up, and old and carelessly carefree.

Mood: Headache'd
I Hear: I can make a mess like nobody's business - The Kindler Burns

femmeemo Don't know what it means... May 3rd, 2010 1:22:26 pm - Subscribe

I had the most awful night of my life on Thursday. The events were harmless and yet. Who lost out on an entire night's worth of sleep? Who actually had to break down and tell someone, something truthful about the issues in her life for once?

At first the flattery was nice. Yeah, of course you'd want to date me. Of course. Who wouldn't? I'm pretty okay.

But then when I got home, all I could think of was three years prior. Three years ago when I deluded myself into your games. I couldn't stop thinking about how all I wanted for so long was your attention, and it actually caused me to doubt my current relationship. You truly are an evil sort.

Why do you bother me so much? I am hurt that you would ask me to casually sleep with you. Especially since you knew everything that was going on between me and Spence. This is why I avoided you for so long. You asked why we weren't friends anymore, you say you hate missed opportunities...

And yet you can toy with her emotions. Lead her on, just as you did me. With no worries. No emotion lost.

Well. Kind sir, I'm starting to piece your mindframe together...
I don't want to be with you.


For once in my life, I can honestly say that I actually learned my lesson.

Mood: Touchy.
I Hear: In Bloom - Nirvana

femmeemo Stay Where You Are. Apr 23rd, 2010 3:48:00 pm - Subscribe

It’s that time of year again. The time of year where everything shakes up and you start to question why you’re stagnant.
Only not stagnant at all, are you?

No. In fact, your world is still spinning at breakneck speed, whirling out of control, and yet, it’s slowing down and you wonder why it doesn’t spin faster.
You joke constantly about quitting your job, and taking up an eating disorder. Hahaha. So funny. Isn’t it?
Well it certainly would be cheaper than paying for food, just giving it up entirely.

I have no idea what I want to accomplish. I have vague inclinations.
I know what life should entail.
And yet...
Getting what you want is never that easy is it?
Is it?

Mood: Shaken
I Hear: Ambulance LTD

femmeemo So classy. Apr 15th, 2010 12:16:39 pm - Subscribe

I am.



All I want is to vanish for a month. And then I'll be fine. Life'll be on track.

Maybe that's what i'll do.

and then...

Mood: Rare.
I Hear: Sinatra

femmeemo Eggs in mah Basket. Apr 5th, 2010 3:17:12 pm - Subscribe

Easter was actually phenomenal. In a fabulous and shitty way.

Poor Bee got dumped out of the blue, and hard too. Luckily she has a few friends out here in Redneck Central, she came over for Easter dinner with us. Spent the day on Friday with the Exploding Redhead, and randomly decided to get an industrial.

On a whim. Then it was beer and manly persuits.

Saturday was a day for lost causes, and lost time. PStar built me a beach in my living room. Mexico ain't got nothing on my downtown apartment cabana. I also took Felicity on her first highway cruise, in the dark, out to the Farm.

Got a little intoxicated and had the best drunken snuggles yet.

Sunday ER and I cooked our first Turkey, and it wasn't even a bust! It was delicious and the gravy turned out. Turns out a bottle of Red, and a bottle of White mixed with Diddy is quite halarious.

Sadly our dinner guests were loads more entertaining than HotTub TimeMachine. But the company was good.

When the Wicked Witch of the Wretched moves out and on... My life will be one stones throw away from happiness.

Mood: dusty.
I Hear: Big Spender!!

femmeemo All on Black Mar 22nd, 2010 4:56:12 pm - Subscribe

The colour you're all dressed in...

Good Mourning is a fabulous cd. I missed it. And subsequently have been listening to it for most of the day.

What's black and white, and read all over?

So now Lindzay is being retarded over this Spencer situation. Is she jealous? All she does is bitch about how he's an awful friend. Did they sleep together? No. Then whats her issue?

I haven't been this happy in months. I felt like a communal water fountain. Want some? Take some. Used and unwanted. I felt like I had no substance, that it was always just a physical desire with these boys. I still maintain for as fucked up as everything has gotten, Spencer understands me best.

Maybe that's why he ran away in the first place.

Maybe I am just being foolish, but I would be quite pleased if this panned out. Our relationship is already better than it was the month before the break-up. Was it space we needed? Or is it just convieniant to be with me. With him?

Fucking doubts. But I suppose that's the price he'll pay for the break-down of my trust.

I don't want doubts. Just care about me. Kiss me goodbye.
Kiss me good.

Mood: Tired.
I Hear: Dr. Blind - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

femmeemo Silver Lining Mar 17th, 2010 2:20:57 pm - Subscribe

I'm terrified. Scared absolutely shitless. But it seems like Spence and I are making an honest go of things. It's just building that trust, and finding each other, now that we're on slightly different tracks.

It's amazing, we've spent more quality time together in the past week, then the whole last month we were together. Maybe we did need this. I just hope he's not too scared to let himself maybe love me again one day.

I've been loads more optimistic, and hestitantly peachy. Even through the sickness.

The roommate situation is lovely. I love her without strings. All I hope is that this double boy conumdrum settles. Nell, your heart is too precious to hand out to just any bearded fool. I have a good feeling about this one, sometimes they just need a kick in the ass right?

I hope thats' all need.

Well, at least we'll be loved...

Mood: Cough-y.
I Hear: More Adventurous - Rilo Kiley

femmeemo Confused with a capital S. Feb 19th, 2010 4:53:57 pm - Subscribe

But don't worry it's a silent 'S'.

Why are all these stupid fuck boys all 'S' names. I'm short a Simon, Scott and a Skylar and I think I might've been persued by every 'S' name in the world.

All I want is simplicity. Contentment. It truly bothers me how dependent I've become on my phone lately. It's mostly healthy, but theres been a few moments where its' more than entirely self-destructive. Take Wednesday night for instance. I was so anxious to hear from you, that I literally made myself nauseated. I had to shut my phone off. OFF. And leave it at home so I wouldn't check it every thirty seconds.

Its' disgusting, and yet. I'm the only one doing to me. No one is even forcing this upon me. Just my snakey self pulling the rug out from under my dainty digits.

I watch myself banging my head into the wall repeatedly, brain matter washing down the white facade... And what am I getting out of this except a vicious headache?

But, maybe...

(The real answer here is nothing)


Mood: Slightly Pathetic
I Hear: Gods' gonna cut you down - Johnny Cash

femmeemo Living Dangerous. Feb 5th, 2010 4:54:21 pm - Subscribe

I hate how disorganized I've become.

I need to motivate myself. Holy shit. I am on my way to Las Vegas in a few short weeks to party like a rockstar. I'm planning a haphazard March roadtrip for a weekend. I need my muffler to get fixed so I don't kill myself with CO2 poisoning while driving.

I need to finish moving my shit out of the Hellhole, and into the ghetto. Nellus and I are roommates like nekkid lezzies only dream of. Well...
When we're both home that is.

The Shaun situation is questionable. The Spencer situation is even more so. My upstairs neighbor is cute. And boys are making my life complicated.

I just want a boy that I like. To watch movies with. To snuggle on cold mornings. To enjoy butter chicken and silly dancing on my living room floor.

On who will bring me a single daisy for Valentine's Day, but not for that reason. But instead... just because.

One who doesn't only think of sex, and understands that it will come with time. That right now... It's just sort of...

Not in the cards.

I really only want things that are frivolous and yet meaningful.

I want to have a boy over for tea. To discuss the finer side of civil unrest.

I want...

Mood: Played.
I Hear: Mother Mother, Oh My Heart.

femmeemo Things I want to say. Jan 22nd, 2010 12:50:58 am - Subscribe
I want an apartment filled with kitchy tack.

I want to wear hot sunglasses and take happy cold Montreal photos.

I want to maybe go on another date with Shaun. Maybe watch Eagle vs. Shark and play Ninja Turtles.

I want to party like its 1998 in Vegas.

I want to party, and dance, and look good.

I want to feel good about myself.

I want to keep feeling good about myself.


Sadly enough,

What I want most of all...
...Is to crawl in bed with the sweaty boy that doesn't love me anymore and have him hold me until the morning hours break.

With a life with so much to offer, its defeating to thing that we will always want what we can't have.
Mood: Happy.
I Hear: No Sunlight- DCfC

femmeemo I read through life. Jan 10th, 2010 11:35:49 am - Subscribe
I spent the last two hours reading back on all of my old posts, from conception forward.

Reading my pithy words, and pseudo-intellectual babble made me come to a startling conclusion. That even without the happiness, and the depressive state of most posts, I had something then, that I no longer have.

I no longer have hope.

All of the posts I used to spill out used to be cryptic and lovely, yearning to be accepted and for the possibility of love.

Recently, I just seem to exude some pathetic 'adult' life. I don't have the silly hopes of a crush-ridden teenager, and don't have the lust of a newly found sexual being.

Instead all I have is a slew of happy memories, and the capabilities to move forward and do something worthwhile in life.

We're all given that capability, and somehow I have lost it. I want to have the forbidden. I want the excitement of emotion, and rush of adrenaline when skin brushes against skin.
I want.
And want and want and want.
Mood: Indecisive.
I Hear: The Killers.

femmeemo How do you know... Dec 31st, 2009 9:53:55 am - Subscribe
When its over?

I feel so empty right now. And the only person that I want to talk to, who could make me feel better...

Is the one who doesn't love me anymore.


It's a sad day in my head. All the self-esteem issues that you thought you conquered...

Guess again.
Mood: -
I Hear: -

femmeemo Stomach Flu Dec 30th, 2009 12:24:34 pm - Subscribe
I've spent the last 24 hours wretching my guts out. Head over a garbage can, shivering, and crying.

I hate being sick.

I've spent the entire day in bed, or on the couch watching property virgins. Watching happy couples buying their first homes. I find it interesting that the American version of the show, the couples are older, and have less money. The Canadian version, the couples are younger, and have more money.

Yet the Canadian properties are oodles more expensive...

I don't even know what the heck I'm talking about. I am frazzeled from the lack of food, and the loneliness of being home alone. Sadly, the ability to keep only liquids down has dropped my weight by nine pounds. Disgusting to say the least.

I want to be happy. Anyone else? If so, lets go. Lets find us an adventure, and get this party started.
You can come with me to Montreal, and Los Angeles too, but only if you promise to have fun with me!
Mood: Drugged Up.
I Hear: my silly rambly thoughts rattling in my skull.

femmeemo No Love Lost. Dec 28th, 2009 12:56:45 pm - Subscribe
I've been lied to twice in the past week. And before I rant, I'd just like to point out that I, myself, am not anywhere near perfect.

I think I finally figured out what I hate most about the relationship that I am in. I think I finally got it, and it kills me to think this way.

I will always be second fiddle to someone else. I will never be the one. Most days its' just to his family. His job. It kills me that I cannot just be enough for him. I try my hardest everyday to please him. I cook, and I get no thanks. I clean, he makes a mess. I do things that I hate for him, and I get no recoginition. Seemingly, three years later I've been okay with his indifference and nonchalance. But you fucking lie to me, and thats another issue entirely.

Not to mention the fucking fact that on top of being overwhelmingly angry, and sad, and selfloathing....

I get to listen to your perfect sister tell me about how, if we don't find a BALANCE thinks how miserable we'll be in ten years. And we'll fall out of love... don't you know...
Fuck off.

When most nights her fiance sleeps on the couch because they're fighting. Just because you read the five languages of love doesn't make you a fucking guru.

I just want him to fucking care. Otherwise, it'll just be easier to pack my fucking bags. I am tired to telling myself that I need to put in more effort. As it stands the only one he acts like a deadbeat for is me.

If he will jump at the drop of a hat for his family, or his boss, be their hero... why am I always the inconvience?
Mood: Appalled.
I Hear: a headache in the making.

femmeemo Let's just call it... Dec 19th, 2009 8:27:28 am - Subscribe

Feigned indifference.

Promotions, and soon I will be a hot jetsetter. I am. Confused.

This Christmas has been pleasent, thus far. I mean, I have managed to avoid the unending stress that this season always manages to fill me with, for the most part anyhow. I am still awesomely poor, but somehow my bills always get paid on time. My fridge always has food in it, my car has gas in its tank, and somehow I am affording three trips in the next three months.

I still don't feel like its, enough? No. I don't know. Something is missing. It feels like something isn't right, and I just can't put my finger on it. But every happy moment, something is missing, even the shittiest moments aren't truly awful.

I'm just indifferent. I could care less for the most part.

I think what I need, is to vanish and start fresh.

Poor life choice Andrea. Perhaps you shouldn't be such a child and run away from everything...

Mood: Charming.
I Hear: I heard the Bells, Pedro the Lion

femmeemo Because the sky is blue. Nov 10th, 2009 9:36:52 am - Subscribe

It makes me cry.

I've been listening to The Beatles all morning. It's nearly all-encompassing. I feel overwhelmed today. I feel like not enough today. I feel.

I want to sleep for weeks, eat for days, and cry until my eyes ooze from my face. This irrational depressive state is starting to wear at my nerves. As if it is any sort of positive for me.

I would prefer to go home, instead of moping at work. I could finish my book. I could have a nap. I could...

Well. Really. The possibilities are nearly unending.

Remember, Remember the fifth of November.
The gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
should ever be forgot...
Remembrance Day soon approaches. I wonder about how the world has changed so drastically for us. How there is no forcible enlistment. No sad war-torn families. No weeping widows, commonly on the corners.

And yet. And yet.

Sadness is perpetual. At least at times of war, there is hope. And a nation pulls together...

What do we have now. Besides Fat, Consumeristic Complacency?


Mood: Irritable.
I Hear: If I Fell.

oblongbox strangeways Oct 29th, 2009 7:44:13 pm - Subscribe
So being 21 isn't exactly panning out as I had hoped. Now as they say about rock bottom, nowhere left to go but up. I believe that might apply here. Or I'd like to believe that because if that's not true then.. well that just fucking sucks for me.

But sticking to the positive side of the street here...

Let's say I have the ambition to be the star behind all the stars. This week we shot a few scenes for the video segments, me assisting on set. It was a pretty fun time working with Keith, kind of a famous and super nice guy. No big deal, you guys recollect a little show called Degrassi?
Let's say I want to do big creative things and not get stuck in some job that demands I abandon all chances of enjoying my youthful years. Because I've got the rest of my life to become an adult, it only moves forward after all. There's no rush. I'd hate to regret not having done the things I wanted to. I think I'm doing a pretty good job of minimizing regrets so far.
So perhaps this whole 'heartbreak -> destructiveness -> returned bliss -> heartbreak -> destroying myself once more in style' sick little period of time can come to an end and blossom into something nice and pretty. I'm hopin' like a muthafucka for a little chrysalis like turnaround in recent events. I'm learning loads but still unsure of how to use all that properly in the real world with real people who are out to get you one way or another. Some tricky shit.
But the conclusion I've reached is that there's Hope of a way up and out of this. If I don't pass out from all this coughing that's happening first.
Mood: brown
I Hear: pumpkin painting

femmeemo Business Woman on ACID Oct 22nd, 2009 12:52:19 pm - Subscribe

That's how I fucking feel.

Meeting here at 7:15, but you also have cover this shift at the centre until lunch time, but I'm going to need you to stop and get these picked up form the copier on the westend before noon, and be to the presentation by 12:20. Did I mention that your coworker called in sick and you have to do it by yourself?

I am streched. I also have three classes during the week, Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday. I'm going to the gym, and I still manage to spend time with the family. I am multi-tasking.

Sure I don't see my man much right now. He's working later than I am, and all we have energy to do is to go to bed when it's all said and done.

But everything will balance right? I don't remember ever being this constantly busy. Training soon, Montreal again. Then again in the spring.

I just want some sweet sweet lovin'. A free latte every once in awhile. Traffic to not be a bitch first thing in the morning.

And above all...

One quiet fucking night.

Mood: Plundered.
I Hear: Yo-ho A Pirates' Life for me.

oblongbox word games Oct 20th, 2009 7:48:29 pm - Subscribe
-Have you ever seen a witch before?
-Sure, around Halloween I see them all the time.
-No, I mean like a real witch.
-Well, no. I guess I haven't seen a real one.
-Have you seen a lion before?
-Yeah, I've seen them at the zoo. I think at the Calgary one maybe.
-No, I mean like a real lion. Like in Africa, where they're real. In some countries, lions just come in the house. You ever seen a real lion in your house?
-No...just at the zoo.
-Well, how about a snake. Sometimes a snake will be in my house and it's no big deal. Just a snake. You ever seen a real snake like that?
-No, I haven't seen one of those either.

I love this kid! We need to get more of them in. So polite and so delightfully foreign. This club needs to kick off a wee bit faster, so I can feel like I'm actually doing something productive with this personal side project. An hour just isn't enough.
Mood: blue
I Hear: some straightforwardness + making up words

femmeemo Wedding Blues Oct 1st, 2009 5:53:02 pm - Subscribe

My sister got engaged.

I am thrilled for her, though at the same time can't help but wonder...


What sort of satan tortures like this?
The fucking worst kind.
That's what.

If they get married in Europe, I don't think I can go. I can't afford that.

Not with the current price of a Latte.

Mood: Sore. Achy.
I Hear: Thursday, on Thursday. Apt yeah?

femmeemo BLA Class. Sep 23rd, 2009 12:27:21 pm - Subscribe

Despite how well we sell ourselves, our program; something always leads to another. Can you be here, at this time? Can you cover this persons' slack, can you pull your priorities here, and make time for this appointment?

Multitasking never was a strong suit of mine, but then again, neither was saying no. So, I suppose that would be why I am in the predicament that I am in currently.

Self inflicted, as always. Overwhelmed and loving it, Hating commuter traffic and all those lovely things like cyclists, pedestrians and gas prices that make the drive home that much more sweaty and loverly.

Andrea, you cannot save them all, no matter how many appointments you make, and extra shifts you pull. Save yourself instead.

That would be the best advice I could give myself, if only I wasn't so stubborn to pay attention.


The big people are talking, and you need to focus.
Take notes.
Do whatever you need to do, to understand.

The new twist in my job has me extraordinarily busy, and is killing my slacker tendancies. The divorce that is murdering my brother is draining me emotionally, and I wish he'd just come stay with me until it was all over. And I move into our house in twelve days, you'd never know though because I have yet to pack a single fucking box. I am exhausted, and exhilerated all at once. Spelling mistakes are an added bonus.
You can have those,
for free...


Mood: Apathetic, pathetic... patatoe, patat-oe
I Hear: The stupid leaking tap.

femmeemo Parking Pass. Sep 14th, 2009 11:18:11 am - Subscribe

I must be an adult.

I have a parking pass for downtown - man, I am a high-roller.

Like the fucking Bill Gates of the non-profit world.


Mood: Awe'd.
I Hear: Clickyclack Typing.

femmeemo Crusin' down the Henday Sep 10th, 2009 10:08:54 am - Subscribe
So, having the day off from work today was epic. Crusin' in the red bastard I've named Felicity...

Simply because that car is like luck incarnite

...Eating ice cream listening to girly tunes...
Wouldn't trade today for the world.

Not even with the headache of stress that everything seems to carry these days, nor was the day ruined by the breif visit to my sad loony grandfather.
Who is quite sane thank-you-very-much as he puts his pants around his neck like a scarf.

I'm a big ball of rambling goo currently, and want to cook dinner and wash clothes, but really just have a nap, or maybe watch Gran Torino again. Or maybe Amelie.


What an awesome Thursday!
Mood: Crusty.
I Hear: History Channel in the background

oblongbox calls Sep 7th, 2009 7:35:29 am - Subscribe
How are things with you?

How is your health?

Do you get many visitors out at the farm?

None of these are heard at first try and I end up repeating them over and over, screaming them into the phone until my questions finally go through and I've lost interest in hearing the answers to them.
Fuck, is reception really all that bad or do you just not want to talk to me and this acts as an excuse to end it early? It's like trying to establish a phone connection with the land of the dead. Which I guess it is in a sense. Of the few replies I get, I hear of a family across the river that just dropped off one by one. Pop. Pop. Pop. Cancer or spontaneous death or something. Apparently there's much dying going on around this time at the village.
I got a new boy cousin yesterday. That was the positive note to these shitty calls.

Some fucking morning.
Mood: longing
I Hear: afternoon plans

femmeemo Scream it from the rooftops. Aug 25th, 2009 11:11:36 am - Subscribe


Yeah, that's right. I have reverted to disgusting webspeak because I am that excited.

I bought my car. And I have the job.
I am the proud owner of a VW Jetta. It's pretty and has a sunroof and stuff.
Not to mention the wheels factor.

I will post pictures of my hideous beast as soon as I can.
But just for the record...
...I love my car.

Just saying.

You know, in case you were wondering.

Mood: Complete.
I Hear: Angels on High?

oblongbox tearin off wings Aug 14th, 2009 7:19:35 pm - Subscribe
The peaceful getaway is under siege!

Last night I dreamt of bugs covering the bedspread in a churning sheet of black. I swiped my arms out at it in the dark to try and clear the specks off of me to no avail. They're everywhere. They're on the clothes that I have to shake off twice before putting on. Once the inside, once the outside. Noone likes bugs in the crotch. Oh my! How unladylike. I've been vaccuming them up. Washing them down sink drains. Dropping them down the beerbottles of Warsteiner Premium Dunkel that occassionally find their ways into my hands in moments of awesome boredom. And still they persist.
To my utmost annoyance.
Logic would have it that you don't smash open the ceiling when you've got 8 people under one roof. Especially if you're well aware that an army of gross winged but incapable of flight crawlies will be unleashed like a plague upon them.

But at least with these little critters I am learning to tolerate bugs. At least these don't bite, just crawl half ass at you and then twitch around when you pick em up. I am by far superior to the other girl children in that I don't squeemishly run away from that room. I bravely face nights asleep amidst all that chaos. And I pride myself on that. 21 and I ain't afraid of no (not capable of flying thank goodness! but equipped with wings) ants. Fuck yes!

2 more sleeps and then a bus sleep and then I'll have a warm body to smother with affection once more. Can't wait.
Mood: haunted
I Hear: sleemann i want you

oblongbox Pucker up Aug 13th, 2009 8:46:03 am - Subscribe
Perched upon a mountaintop in a brightly painted house amidst other brightly painted houses. Like a colouring book resort.
Vacation it up some before hopping aboard a bus and making my way on back to home sweet home. Two weeks away. Two weeks too long. Text messages tinged with smut can only take you so far until the real thing is all you want. Technology only exasperates things after so long.

Back to my sucker love.
It's heavensent.

The best feeling is back on but with a hint of variness to it. Some caution this time.

555 miles away.

Soon m'dear.
Mood: serene
I Hear: dr.pep in the hottub

femmeemo Drink Me. Aug 6th, 2009 12:25:49 pm - Subscribe

Did you read Alice in Wonderland growing up?

Familiar with the tale?

I feel like I need an adventure, a trip through the looking glass.

It doesn't even have to be a grand trip, I just need some incentive to get my ass in gear.

Any takers?

Mood: brio.
I Hear: Claccktty-click of my keyboard.