.The needle touched down.

If I never come back to Peterborough it might be too soon.

Last night Bre and I sat on her Toronto-top roof and watched the people walk down the street. Multi-coloured lights flashed across the CN tower and the drunks hollered at eachother. I drank my beer and smoked my cigarettes and thought, that despite the sounds of the cars and the people yelling that I felt at peace. More at peace then I've felt in a very long time.

The peacefulness was disrupted this morning due to the fact that my wake up call was the shriek of fire truck sirens at 7 am. Oh Toronto, you bitch.

I'm at home now, falling in love with Neko Case and Rilo Kiley. Seriously, "Pretty Girls" and "Silver lining" are becoming my new theme songs.

In other late breaking news, Joe got a hold of me today. He told me he tried to email me last month, I guess I never got it. Whatever it was he wanted to say in that email he's going to say tonight..when we go out for beers...we'll see how that goes.
Maybe we can be friends?





It's day two on my feel better quest. According to the break-up rules (side note: WHO wrote these?) It's suppose to take half as long as I was with him, to get over him.So..what is that? 3 months to get over him? Crap... However, according to the live-in boyfriend calculator Jenny and I made up Elliott and I were together for real-time ..a year...so six months? It better not take me six bloody months to get over this, three feels like pushing it. What happens in three months? That's JULY.... JULY! Half of the god-damned summer feeling like hell because...because what? Because I'm single? BLOODY HELL.



I keep jumping between being really angry, really sad and just plain ol' missing him.


I have to get off the damn computer and live a little.

This will be my mantra once it stops hurting.

"Hurray, hurray. I'm your silver lining. Hurray, Hurray, I was your silver lining..but now, I'm gold."