He loves me… He loves me not… One thing’s for sure, He loves me more than He loves you! A perfect example of the discussion echoes I heard here and there in the white Villa everyday. At first, I was barely paying attention to the childish arguments, but after a few days, I noticed it…… Continue reading Le bouquet de Marguerites…
Freja has been complaining about all my hours spent at work and the fact that we didn’t have enough human-cat quality time… I wondered what could bring us back closer, and I came up with a long hoped for achievement of mine, winning my place in the Guinness book of records! I can’t say that…… Continue reading Going for the Guinness book of records!
Staring at the plug once again… I’ve been there before. I don’t really want to. I really don’t want to… I have to, though. Face to face with the fridge, there is no turning back this time! Well, I do have to return behind it to pull the plug and call it a go. Alright,…… Continue reading Pulling the plug…
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
People think I am just traveling to Denmark for fun, but people are easily fooled! Business trip then? You sure don’t look like a business woman! Nope, think again… I am on a mission. Svendborg’s Fairy has spoken to me in my dreams… She spoke of a magic dress I was to seek on her…… Continue reading On a mission…
At the office. Alone. It is time for supper, and tonight I am feasting on a not that exciting bowl of Hamburger Helper. To make it more… To make it less… Hmmm. I decided to go get some ketchup from the building’s cafeteria. The two maintenance employees were lunching together. It is a little special…… Continue reading Something’s wrong…
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…
« Vers d’oreilles » were a common thing for her. Very common. What was less common was to have a song she didn’t know, lingering in the back of her head. It had been there for weeks, just a short 10, maybe 15 seconds of a mysterious women’s voice singing. There was an eeriness to it that…… Continue reading Weird earworm…
« 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…
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
Cyranny's Cove 