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I suppose I have quite a bit to catch up on.
Well, I moved to Kingston. I love it here. Its so much better. I can stay up however long I want and sleep in till noon and wake up on my own steam. There is a lot of freedom that living with your parents just dont afford you. Aside from that, every little escursion is a fucking adventure. I've never had so much fun grocery shopping. I love it. Pricing out things is a methodical treat. Dude. Going out to get facecloths. Really!
Mom got a date with a native guy. Weirdness. My room is coming along. I had so many technical problems, but I'm pretty sure they're behind me. I finally set up my computer table. Table, not desk. Its circular. ^^;
I went to Chinatown last week. I was in this bootleg purse shop, and my outfit was a very chesty black tank (not really) and a nice short skirt. Well, I knelt down to look at a rack of purses that were very clearly marked 25 dollars. I picke dout one I liked, examined it, looked to the slightly younger than middle aged cashier and asked him how much the purse was. He looked from the purse, to me, to my cleavage and informed me "12 dollar."
Sick.
So now I have an Emily the Strange purse. And mom bought me a kimono. It looks pretty sweet. I really like it.
Anyways. Kingston is so much better than Brockville. All the cruelty, the lies, the harsh words and bad feelings, I locked them away in the actual town and left them behind. I did the same thing for all the frustration towards my dad. Its all in Crosby. I lock it all down so I can move on. And thats what I'm doing. I'll never forget, but I can put it all aside and continue on.
Well, I moved to Kingston. I love it here. Its so much better. I can stay up however long I want and sleep in till noon and wake up on my own steam. There is a lot of freedom that living with your parents just dont afford you. Aside from that, every little escursion is a fucking adventure. I've never had so much fun grocery shopping. I love it. Pricing out things is a methodical treat. Dude. Going out to get facecloths. Really!
Mom got a date with a native guy. Weirdness. My room is coming along. I had so many technical problems, but I'm pretty sure they're behind me. I finally set up my computer table. Table, not desk. Its circular. ^^;
I went to Chinatown last week. I was in this bootleg purse shop, and my outfit was a very chesty black tank (not really) and a nice short skirt. Well, I knelt down to look at a rack of purses that were very clearly marked 25 dollars. I picke dout one I liked, examined it, looked to the slightly younger than middle aged cashier and asked him how much the purse was. He looked from the purse, to me, to my cleavage and informed me "12 dollar."
Sick.
So now I have an Emily the Strange purse. And mom bought me a kimono. It looks pretty sweet. I really like it.
Anyways. Kingston is so much better than Brockville. All the cruelty, the lies, the harsh words and bad feelings, I locked them away in the actual town and left them behind. I did the same thing for all the frustration towards my dad. Its all in Crosby. I lock it all down so I can move on. And thats what I'm doing. I'll never forget, but I can put it all aside and continue on.