I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Saturday, 17 December 2011
the night before tonight
i :
saw a child of a man, absolutely rip a beautiful woman apart
lost my visa
was a minority
met an amazing woman, whom i hope to become close friends with
witnessed the steps of coping
indulged in a group orange jello bowl adventure
should have thrown my phone off the balcony
related to the most uncanny characters
complained, before and after wisers shots
listened to bob marley
wished there was dancing
enjoyed an amazing view of saskatoon
met people i could have done without meeting
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