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more chairs.

well it finally happened and i live alone. it took me a year but it happened. just me, and gunther of course. and king julien & mort, who survived yet another move and who have been noticeably upset with me … Continue reading

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house.

there is a spoon in my house that isn’t really a spoon at all. it isn’t mine; it was just here when i moved in & probably belongs to my roommate. anyway the spoon is mostly flat. it still functions … Continue reading

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jokes.

i made him a gift but i’ll be in a silent backseat, the glass has been given, the windshield is already cracked it’s getting colder all the time. i bought mittens because last year i remember finding comfort there. and … Continue reading

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new list.

reasons i’m not giving up. 1. i got rid of the hat. 2. i have a date this week. 3. i have only a few friends, and i treat most of them like shit, but they are still my friends. … Continue reading

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strangers.

in a memory, i didn’t live here yet. i was pregnant and i was single and i had a terrible wardrobe. i was in love with two boys and i couldn’t bring either of them with me (if i had … Continue reading

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GPS.

i could never understand or find my way around the neighbourhood. i required far too much direction, instruction, someone to wait for me at the bus stop. life doesn’t favour dependency. not for me, or for anybody else. the gps … Continue reading

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instincts.

i made a horrible mistake that was entirely preventable. i convinced myself it would be better to have you as friends. i thought it could be nice. i thought it would help me feel sane if i was all friendly … Continue reading

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at tables.

in the first couple weeks of my first year of university i saw the in/words office for the first time, and the defunct printer, and the ham sandwich that i think was justin’s. i sat in collett’s crowded 19th-floor office … Continue reading

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bff.

i just saw the most amazing thing on… yes… facebook. and, in order to share my little story i guess i have to admit that i was creeping photos a little bit. but what can i say? they’re posted and … Continue reading

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