wild is the wind

yes, there are a few things in this life that i quite cherish.
my mother, my cat, photography, my camera, the night, earrings, the smell of fresh cut grass, my over creativeness, the sound a guitar makes when you change chords, the colour green, stripes, being cold, popsicles, sodas, the word conundrum, menthols, vices, naked babes, movies, bonnie brook beach, champagne, true blood, retro, my awesome cough, slushies, ribbons, phone calls, booster juice, boys that wear glasses, girls that wear heels, Sheldon Cooper, the sprite, brown and blue together, stupid trends, my boots, flannel sheets, hot tea on a cold day, winter, the rain, fog, halloween, wild make-up, holding hands, lurking pages, euthanasia, bloody movies, long car rides to nowhere, the spots, getting crazy, french, pause, vacations, solitaire, the music I listen to only when I am alone, wii, making a new CD every time I go out, scrap-booking, homemade sushi, windows down and music blaring, blood, guts and gore, being scared, zombies, dressing up, disney movies, being geeky, going all out, my different music phases, Yoda, go big or go home... ps... I am not skinny so get over it.

So fucking over it….

On my long trek home, back to the coast.

The bus blows.
I’m so worn out and stressed.

I’m half way to tears right now.

I’m trying to find a ride from the ferry, but everyone sucks.
Either no answer, too busy with children, or too concerned with a fucking hockey game.

I can’t count on anyone these days.

I don’t even need to go home, I just need to get to my Mom’s work and get the car.
Fuck everyone.
I’m gonna end up taking the bus.
Then go home and cry.