leningrad

I am in a state of flux. I vary from distant sadness to frustration to paranoia to fleeting happiness. I jump back and forth from security to insecurity and the terrible space in the air between the two. I feel like all at once screaming and weeping because I feel rage and a deep, self-loathing sadness. I am alternately overjoyed with the sunshine and loathing...
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I got new high-tops. They were kind of expensive, but not as much of a screw job as getting my updated Alberta drivers license. Expensive. So painfully expensive. I'd rather not spend $70 on a piece of plastic. Ah well, I can drive in this stupid province now.

At any rate, I bought a copy of Camus' "l'etranger" today because I've been meaning to read...
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I'm writing this from work, so don't expect it to be terribly witty or verbose. I'm bound to run off and have to serve someone demanding their magic cards. Good times. If by "good" I mean "painful" and by times I mean "suffering."

I've been having the immense pleasure of the company, on and offline, of a couple of awesome girls. Offline, I got to...
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Sometimes I like to think that maybe I can be something important to the world. That maybe there's a place that I can fill. Sometimes I make someone I care about smile, or laugh, or just feel better, and I can't help but believe that despite the chaos of the universe, I managed to ding the nihilistic shield that everyone has built around themselves. Sometimes...
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Hah, I lied. Nothing new today.

Maggie said I was adorable.

"Camus can do, but Sartre is smart-re"

More tomorrow.

Calgary has a brain-bank where the government stores frozen brain-matter to study.

I'm going to rob that place and feast.

So, it would appear that my marraige to Quinne is a sham. That's alright though, we've decided to keep in touch, if only for the children.

I had another long and tedious Sunday, but the rent issue for ticktock has been resolved and my life goes on. I downloaded some music I hadn't heard before. I like some of the White Stripes. Not all of...
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I'm not really sure I have anything terribly compelling to say. Which I suppose is okay. Here is a haiku.

petals on water
quiet pool in spring-time rain
cherry blossom pond.

haiku.

So yeah, le sigh.

*smile* I had such a great afternoon. I got up earlier than any man should on his day off, and dragged myself out the door. I took a train all the way across town, then a bus for an hour, and I was still an hour early to the airport. I spent the hour wandering, showing off my SG hoodie and...
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