Parfois il me vient l’envie d’être rebelle de fermer les yeux et de m’évader sur des routes que j’aurais moi-même peintes aux couleurs de mes pensées J’ai besoin d’être passion, besoin d’être furie de prendre la vie à bras le corps et de l’aimer à la folie J’ai envie de me baigner nue dans la…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Previously posted 3 weeks ago… Then made private. Now getting complaints requests to re-post…. Here it is! Now, I warn you one last time. You can’t unsee what meets your eye. I won’t pay for therapy or brainwashing! Don’t send your bills, I will just ignore them! Now, I won’t say when and where this…… Continue reading Sheer peer pressure!
Don’t listen to the microwave, we had a fight last week, and it’s been holding a grudge ever since. With that being said, I can understand why some people might doubt my sanity… I do have weird thoughts sometimes. Want an example to see who you’re really dealing with? Sure… I refuse to think…… Continue reading Not crazy…
I miss WP these days… I just don’t have time, and it makes me a tad cranky. I am working from noon to midnight, not leaving me much time to write (because I still enjoy taking time to eat and sleep every now and then, and it is nice to take a long shower or…… Continue reading Loneliest meeting point…
Days are getting shorter and shorter in Montréal… And it is going to continue that way until around December 21st, time when things will turn. So If you came to Montréal at this time of year, we’d most probably go take some walks after sunset. With that in mind, I decided to take some Autumn…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (7)
I picked this from Suze’s blog, thought it was fun, and decided to join in! So, Pamela over at Bee Organized with Pamela posted a bucket list and asked for people to fill it out and add something to the bottom……..Here goes my addition to your bucket! (copied and pasted Pam’s stuff cause she TOLD…… Continue reading Pamela’s incomplete bucket list…
Twelve years… We should have celebrated twelve years of you making me an honest woman… Should have, could have… But haven’t. You weren’t my first love, but you were the one. You could have been. We’ll never know now, will we? We were so close to that turning point in our lives. Had you…… Continue reading Letting go…
I am sooooo happy the government is not able to monitor our thoughts yet. I would most certainly be sent to the looney house in a drifty. Want more proof? (Although I know some of you are already nodding, knowing I am missing a few screws) Woke up this morning, and twisting and turning in…… Continue reading Dogs and ghosts…
Ok… I am cheating tonight. This is not in French. And it is not from Québec. But I was watching a quizz on tv, and there was a question about Tracy, and my mind went back in the early nineties… And I jumped on YouTube, and starting listening to the tunes, and one thing…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
I’ve been one happy blogger lately. Not that I was a sad blogger before it, but for months, the Cove was pretty quiet, and it felt more like me giving lectures and framing my words to decorate the place than actually blogging. I had the chance to have a few people who encouraged me to…… Continue reading Black Cat Blue Sea… (Visit Suze!)
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