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i was at my cabin one fall, and my dog and i went for a walk around the fence line of a cattle field, just across the road and through a forest from where i lived. As we walked, Cody, (my dog) ran and twisted through the tall grass and barbed wire, we came across a pair of antlers..
i remember in grade 10 how we all went through that craze of wearing plaid. i'd see a girl with blonde hair and fitted plaid shirt and just want to BE her. i'd see a guy wearing plaid and think, thats the sexiest man i've ever seen. its so ridiculous how one fad can totally change your perspective on people. i mean, look at that. who the hell rates someone's worth on what shirt they're wearing?
i like driving in the rain listening to the radio. turned to the country station and someone wailing in my car about real life things. You know what i mean when it rains.. everything seems more real, more clear. Like its washin away all the dirt so you can see what's underneath it all. like you can really see life.
haha oh, limos. there was this time at the Vancouver airport where all the cabs were being taken, and there must have been a 2 hour line up to get one. and i must add it was 2 am, and the next flight was cancelled, so we had to get to our hotel somehow. so my dad gets this limo, right? haha, and we take it to the hotel. my dad has never seemed more cool in my eyes.
for my birthday this year my parents got me a backpack. it is blue and has little anchors all over it. i like to remember that anchors keep me grounded, and who and what my anchors in life are. like my boyfriend. he keeps me right here on the ground, while my heads stuck in the stars somewhere, you know?
your memory should never become your enemy.
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