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who, what and where

I still can’t believe my team was able to guess “Top Hat” from me just yelling, “He wears this. I want to be him. Monocle.”

Yet they could not get “Cowboy Hat” from all my exhaustive clues.

Next time I will simply say, “You wear this with plaid and ride a horse.”

p.s. all trivia games are best played slightly tipsy.

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it might have been the jager bombs

I rang in the new year, shoes in hand, dancing barefoot and singing out loud to The Pogues and Dropkick Murphys, among friends. I haven’t had that much fun dancing in a long while. Then about 20 minutes into the year, I had my first puke, chugged some water and continued dancing until 2am.

Sometimes, you just have to throw up, right?

As always the drunk walk home in search of poutine was another highlight of the night. Unable to climb stairs at that point due hours dancing in 4 inch heels, I was left outside and propped up against a tree. I assured the Boy I was fine, and he followed my friends into order food. They should have warned him I wander when left alone and drunk.

He found me later down the street, giving people directions.

Hope you all had a good night!

How are you spending the first day of the year? It’s gonna be a PJ day for me, finally! Last day of vacation and all.

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words

Its funny how when its late and you’re not wearing your glasses how close together the “save draft” and “publish” buttons are. Oops.

I meant to add a bit more to this but twas too late. Either way, the moment has passed, but the below is an excerpt of dialogue I saw in this show.

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If you’re reading this then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So good for me. There is no easy way to say this – I met someone. It was a perfect storm, She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew I wanted to spend my life in the middle of that conversation.

Now there’s this feeling in my gut that she could be the one. She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. Great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news.

The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment – the moment that could have changed everything.

I don’t know what’s going on with us. And I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home.

***

Voice overs have so much more impact when set to words.

I realise that statement makes little sense, but it did in my head, for a brief moment.

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sitting with my friends getting drunk on wine and i think about you

j and i bought black dresses
hers, posh
gold high waisted belt
she looks like hepburn
audrey
mine, me
sways when i move
catch it at the right angle
objects in mirror are closer than they appear

roll stockings up
linger for a brief second
as they unravel past the knee
smoothing down thoughts, insecurities
wishes wished

adding that piece of dangly jewelry
something to occupy my hands
when they get bored of twirling my hair
boots get pulled on

final inspection comes
when walking past the store window
mannequins
reflecting in the moonlight

hangers are overrated.

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i can’t believe its not even 11. guess we were being responsible, drinking early on a school night. however, i am getting sick. again. what. the. fuck. honey and lemon tea is calling to me from the kitchen.

hmmm….does that mean the appliances might be coming to life? i hope not. i have no weapons i could use to ward them off with.

p.s. watch Juno its brill. dialogue…the soundtrack, lovely.

Bleeker: Like I’d marry you, you’d be the meanest wife ever okay? And I know that you weren’t bored that day. Because there was a lot of stuff on tv and “The Blair Witch Project” was coming on Starz and you were like, ‘I haven’t seen this since it came out and so we should watch it,’ but oh no we should just make out instead la la la…

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