Sep 30 2006
Ok so this is a bit old, but about 2 weeks ago, the boyfriend and I went apple picking.
Yea I know, people in Montreal go apple picking…. !!
Anywho, some pictures
Boyfriend loves horses
Boyfriend pretending to be excited about apple picking
Yea I know, it’s a kid in the tree….picking apples
Me, presenting the splendor of a Rougemont orchard (the apples weren’t good though 
)
A typical orchard….
Sep 22 2006
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Currently Reading Lives of Girls and Women: A Novel (Vintage Contemporaries) By Alice Munro see related |
I read all my old Xanga entries today. I feel like Xanga is coming to a close and I need to move on to myspace or something. I don’t know yet.
I realized a couple things though.
1) Don’t write poetry. Honestly, the so called “poetry” I posted here is crap. Lord. I sound like a pathetic teenager at best.
2) I was much wittier when I was single. It’s true. All my xanga entries now are… boring. Probably because I have already recanted all my thoughts to somebody (IE the boyfriend) so anything I write afterwards here seems….seconhand.
3) Lord, I posted a lot of useless stories. ALOT of useless stories. But they were still humorous.
4) I was pretty lonely alot of the times. No wonder I clung onto to either Xanga or Tivo.
5) Maybe I’m too goddamn old to be blogging about my life….
Sep 21 2006
Thump, thump.
Be still my beating heart..
I had forgotten how good he looked.
He’s holding a fucking baby!
My ovaries are going into overdrive!
Sep 18 2006
So if anybody knows me, they know my undescriable attachemnent to my dogs. (Alex calls is unhealthy, but does he understand the enormity of a dog’s kiss? Or how they’ll let you cuddle with them even if they hate it? Or that taking a million pictures of him is ok? ) Cotton has been my one faithful companion for a long time, outlasting any man, friendship, and current fashion trend (die leggings die!)
He is now gone. Through circumstances out of my control, my dad gave him up about 2 weeks ago and now doesn’t know where he is. It had taken me a long while to accept that he is gone, and now, a part of me feels even more hopeless about going home. I’ve had that dog for about 10 years and I feel a large of chunk of myself is gone now. Which makes staying in Montreal a little more trying.
Sigh.
Life moves on rather… unfittingly?
