I am working on another post, and I need a map to make my point. Well one of them. Open Google Map, start trying to make things look as funny as I find them… and I get this message from Google; “Cette carte a été créée spécialement pour vous” Meaning “This map has been created…… Continue reading I feel special…
Apart, yet together… You sit on my lap, fiction meeting with reality, making me unexplainably nervous… I shake a bit, it is silly. Words at a loss for words, not like the usual me. Trying to find the witty thing to say, ending out silent and staring. Dang! Language flipping, trying my best to follow…… Continue reading Home alone…
Once upon a time, I was an ambulance dispatcher. Not the kind of job people think of when they get tired of their old one, or kicked out the door because the economy has forced the company to do cut backs. I lived in Québec City back then, and I was a teleconferencing agent at…… Continue reading The ambulance catcher…
Word of the day… Fjollet, silly… I wonder if Danes’ fjollet has the same twist silly has. Translation in French would be “idiot, stupide, ridicule, bête, sot…” which are all very different from silly. I might be wrong, English being my second language, and not considering I master it 100%, but silly is not a…… Continue reading Fjollet…
You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas. We are older now… I am, no matter what you…… Continue reading You won…
When you feel the years are heavy on your mood, just remember… You are not old, you have just been young for longer than others!
I can be such a daredevil. I can be wild and mindless and do the craziest things… Sunday morning, sitting on the couch, preparing posts that probably won’t make it to the “Publish” key, I tune in the Adult Pop channel but I leave the Stingray application off. Dang am I daring! To those of…… Continue reading Living dangerously…
« My brother gave me syphilis! » I love saying that phrase out loud. In crowds. The more people around me, and the nosier their ears are (nosy ears, that’s funny), the better. I love the looks and frowns it provokes. I love the barely hidden disgust on people’s faces at the thought of such open incest…… Continue reading My brother gave me syphilis…
“I also want to offer you the song ‘Isn’t she lovely’ from Steevie Wonder…” That’s what my mother wrote in my birthday card. Well, not all she wrote, but I was curious. It was supposed to represent me, and just by the title, I was a bit doubtfull. I didn’t want to disagree with my…… Continue reading Isn’t she lovely?
The Elvis song… It could have been playing, or not. – Remember that time you threw yourself at me, screaming that I was being cruel to you? I do… But to my defense, I was not sober. Not that it excuses harsh words being spoken, but sometimes, it makes things feel more intense… You had…… Continue reading Don’t be cruel…
Cyranny's Cove 