I am creeper out that I have found a person on here who is using my profile picture, my background, my bio and the same name with no extra_ at the end of the name. What the hell? I don't know what to do about it. If I draw attention to it then what will they do? Will they report me for spam and get my account removed? It seems so rare and random that someone would come after my account of the millions out there. There are chills rolling down my spine.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Beginners Block
I am supposed to be starting to write now, but I haven't really wrote a complete story since I wrote school essays. I have been working on one I started a year ago, at least, but I have mostly just points jotted down. Maybe I should be trying to throw that in there, or working in writing a short story. The other day i was thinking of themes and topics to write about. I wouldn't say I have writers block, because that implies that I've already started something, which I haven't. I don't even know which direction to go. Drama? Comedy? Kids story? Horror? So many choices.
Tomorrow when I go to the library to catch up on the shows I can't watch here I'll be checking out what online resources are available to me, or if there are more courses to look at.
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Labels: Writing
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Toronto Floods
Yesterday was the flooding of the century in Toronto. They got an unbelievable amount of rain. (The picture included was tweeted by a global TV newscaster of the flood on a go train, where people had to be rescued by boat. My brother was just on that same train on Sunday.) Nothing much happened here. Some light rain and a brief thunderstorm. I wonder what would happen here if the basement flooded. Would he get to move to the top floor? Would he move in here, or with a friend? I hope I never have to find out.
The landlord was here yesterday. He had to get the garbage out because it was a big pickup. Finally that couch out from is gone, the one the old neighbours left. He was also cleaning up after her three cats, they were all males and have sprayed everywhere. He's getting it ready to start showing the apartment. I told him about the chewing I heard earlier that day, I hope he gets someone in here to exterminate. My fingers are crossed that no one moves in before August 1st.
Tomorrow I am hopeful that I will finally be able to get my new laptop battery. It's going to cost me $90 with tax. I have waited a long time to get this because I have had to wait for my gst cheque to come in. Couldn't otherwise afford it.
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Thursday, July 4, 2013
A Loss For Words
I haven't wrote anything for a few days because I am just too depressed to. I haven't spoken a word in days at home, and nobody has noticed. Yes I am that loved.
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Labels: Depressed
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Canada Day Backkash
Well my hypocritical brother is mad at me because I wasn't around yesterday. I may have responded back if I had any cell service where I was, maybe not. He does this twice a week and for the entire weekend to me, so it shouldn't really be a big deal (I am almost 30). It's only in the last month that he's actually been telling me where he goes. For months he took off and I had no idea where he would go. I lived with not knowing and with his constant threats of moving. That is still with me. At least this time he actually noticed I was gone. Truth is I could fall and be injured or dead and he wouldn't find me for days.
Even on Sunday it was the pride parade, which had a threat made against it, he didn't call or text to say he was fine and nothing bad happened. Would that have been so bad or taken up time? Most weekends he ignores my texts entirely. It's always me that has to send the first text, he never does. I am left out of everything. I don't feel like a part of his life anymore.
Because he goes out to the club on Saturday night he needs to stay over there Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night, coming back late night on Monday. Every weekend I sit alone for hours. I eat alone. I watch TV alone. I sit outside alone. Alone, alone, alone. Story of my new pathetic life. That was the point he made this morning. He's got friends, he has a life, therefore it's okay for him to pull a disappearing weekly act, but me. I'm boring and have no friends. I have no right to go away. I'm not sorry. I had a good time yesterday. I had some good food, and enjoyed the company, and most of all they wanted me there. I felt included in something, a part of something. I'll bet he wasn't even back until 3, spent a few hours with the friend he'd already spent 3 days with already, came home, realised I wasn't here so he went back to the friends house and watched the fireworks with him. So he got to do what he would have wanted to all along. He shouldn't hold it against me. I didn't make him spend another holiday with me that he didn't really want to.
I've never met any of his boyfriends. He won't even tell me where he met his best friend of almost 2 years, asking is apparently 'interrogating' him. So I don't feel like sharing where I went.
