February 2012
4 tags
I asked her about her joy and she unknowingly gave me her wound. It’s a pattern. We relate to each other through how much pain we go through together. Rarely we share the amounts of happiness. And it’s not a bad thing; we’re still communicating together.
But when you’re asked about your proudest moment, you state it - and then more than 80% of the time something else...
If you take the bus, Sudbury Transit has announced...
Every fucking year…goes up.
So much easier when it was $2.50 cause you grabbed a toonie and 2 quarters.
Now you got the dimes and shit.
Get a bus pass I guess!
1 tag
2 tags
1 tag
