I like to think that I take a little something away from every hoodrat I date. But this one took something from me. It's one of those lessons you continually try to learn in life and swear that there won't be a next time.
She was a nice girl in the beginning. They all are. It's only a matter of time before you find out their real self. Our courtshit started off so innocently before ultimately ending with a more aggressive than passive series of text messages.
Our story starts like all good stories, we had met on the interwebs. We saw a movie for our "do you match your profile picture" first outing. It probably wasn't the best sign that I was thinking about the girl I was meeting the next night while I was at the cinema. Thankfully for me, telepathy isn't as widespread as iPhone 5 rumors. After a dance lesson in the park--not a euphemism--we parted ways.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Trails and Trees
Trails and Trees:
Star trails seen from near Miskwabi Lake in Haliburton. 90 minutes exposure made from combining 18 five minute exposures taken from 12:20am to 1:45am.
Star trails seen from near Miskwabi Lake in Haliburton. 90 minutes exposure made from combining 18 five minute exposures taken from 12:20am to 1:45am.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
That Last Thing
"And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all."
— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
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