Summer of 2007 I took out an ad in the weekend edition of the Toronto Star for $299.75. Before Twitter I was much more verbose. This is the mockup they sent with a fake number.
Tag Archives: summer
Why is saving someone so appealing? Saving someone is like opening their life to a life you imagine is full of everything, full of you, full of nous. But saving someone means you can’t hold onto them. That’s not how … Continue reading
When we’re desperate for attention, we’ll cling to anything that gives it up to us. Sometimes I see this in people I love and it makes me want to vomit. I’m not exempt from this behaviour either – projecting unrequited … Continue reading
“I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.” Anne Sexton wrote that. I’ve blogggged it before. It’s one of the most perfect pieces of words brought together I have ever read … Continue reading
I want to go to there. I want to explore what it means to be me (how cliché is that?), what it means to be allowed to experience everything. Sitting in front of my laptop playing Solitaire isn’t getting me … Continue reading
Today is the first day of autumn. A while back I thought this autumn would be full of sentimentality and miserable nostalgia, but instead this weekend proved its future otherwise. We went to the beach, for possibly the last time … Continue reading
Last weekend was full of theatrics, tears in alleyways, bruised ego’s, unrelenting Jager shots and the birthdays of two of my close friends. So we danced and got messy and played music really fucking loud. Going out this Thursday was … Continue reading