Thursday, March 14, 2013

You can't have a deadline without the dead. (I'm sorry that I'm not funny)

       I thought that illicit wine would make me feel more badass, as well as more classy, than it did. I suppose that the classiness is rather diminished by the fact that it's in a glass which has nothing resembling a stem, and also that it's mixed with orange juice. The badassery is diminished by the fact that I'm drinking it home alone, and also that it's mixed with orange juice. Still, I sipped it as I watched a foreign film. I was wearing mismatched fuzzy socks and a warm sweater. It was kind of nice, even if I was putting off a billion things and it would really come around to smack me. I wonder if that's the kind of stuff I'll miss when I'm out of the house.

I want to start writing poetry again. I showed up at a writing group at the library one day and all of these super-talented teenagers were reading their poetry for critique. It made me remember how awesome words are at stuff. I'll try to write more. Maybe post stuff.

Here's a picture. I'm in a window tubey thing in a subway station in Toronto. I like exploring the city a lot. 

I just realized that I'm writing at the level of a third grader right now. That means that I should go.

Now I'm about to have one of the busiest weeks of my life. I will explain it during the week or immediately after the week is over, but I have work to do.

<3 Gabi


  1. What's up with the snow boots/t-shirt combo?

    1. Haha, you don't live in Canada do you?


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