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hai sexy. [May22'2008 01:16AM] COMMENT

Parce qu'il m'arrive aussi d'avoir tort. [Mar27'2008 12:39PM] [ music | Bat For Lashes - The Wizard ] Je t'écris encore une fois dans un état d'ébriété lamentable. Je ne sais pas si l'alcool &les antibiotiques que j'ingurgite en défiant la posologie font bon ménage mais ça m'est égal, parce que la modération nous on ne connait pas &parce que je t'aime. Le lien, il est où? Il n'y en a probablement (d'accord, «certainement» alors.) pas mais ça aussi je m'en fiche. Ce soir j'écris, je n’arrête pas &je m'y plais, puis de toute façon c'est tout ce que je sais faire après plusieurs verres. Ça &dire des bêtises, mais des fois j'oublie, oui oui même moi. Mais mon orthographe n'a rien à se reprocher &j'étale ma grammaire aux arômes de collège privé partout sur cet ordinateur qui trainait &dont je ne connais pas le propriétaire. Tant pis. Ça lui fera de la lecture bon marché de prépubère si jamais il s'ennuie &décide de fouiller à travers ces documents Word qui se ressemblent tous, &dont les noms de fichiers sont tous inspirés de paroles de chansons dont je n'arrive plus à me souvenir des titres. Mais on s'en fiche parce qu'ils sont amusants à fredonner, &quand on fredonne on fait semblant d’être heureux. parfois. Mes plans d'hermite à l’infini ont échoué, malheureusement, mais heureusement j'ai des amis assez précieux pour m'organiser des sessions d'artisanat entre copains afin de me bricoler des pansements beaucoup trop mignons pour cacher mon bobo sur le menton. Du do it yourself à son meilleur. Même toi tu en serais jaloux, mauvais garçon. Je les porterais presqu'à tous les jours. presque. Mais je ne le ferai pas, même s'ils sont jolis avec ces diamants qui sentent encore le Sharpie imbibé. Je pourrais les exhiber dans toutes les rues de Montréal si j’arrivais à enligner mes pas, un à la fois, un pied devant l’autre, mais je ne le ferai pas, parce que j’ai perdu mes pantalons, que ma tête tourne trop rapidement pour seulement songer à les retrouver, &que je prendrais froid à déambuler seule dans cette ville qui ne s’éteint jamais. Montréal que tu vas quitter dans maintenant 6 jours, on ne peut même plus compter en semaine, &je dois t'avouer que j'ai du mal à m'y faire. Je ne m'y résous pas, tout simplement. Je le nie encore, je n'en parle pas &je ne veux pas. «Je ne veux pas que tu partes.», mais je ne le dirai pas. Je pourrais l'écrire des centaines de fois sur des cahiers défrichis aux lignes bleutées &aux marges griffonnées, mais ça n'en perdrait pas son sens pour autant. Je ne voudrais toujours pas que tu partes, toujours autant, mais en silence. Je ne peux pas te retenir, de toute façon tu ne resterais pas, &je tente de me convaincre que tu reviendras malgré tout. Je suis naïve, je crois. Mais ce n’est pas grave parce qu'à 17 ans, la naïveté, c'est ce que les gamines ont de plus beau. Tu vois, tu penses à une autre tout le temps, tu corresponds avec elle, elle te manque, tu y crois encore &pourtant c'est moi qui partage ton lit, moi qui te caresse le dos &qui te fait gober tous les litchis du monde &pourtant, pourtant, moi, je n’ai pas le droit à ces mots-là. &je reste. ah bon. J'ai 17 ans. C'est vrai, j'oubliais. On se fait toujours mal à 17 ans. On aime les mauvais garçons, surtout ceux qui te chantent des chansons, qui t'offrent des balades en autobus en plein milieu de la nuit, ceux qui boivent trop mais qui s'en fichent, qui te font des promesses qu’ils ne tiendront pas, mais ça je sais, je savais dès le début, pourtant je suis encore là. Je reste, tu restes, il reste, nous restons, vous restez, ils restent. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas. Je ne sais même pas si je te manquerais si je partais pour de bon. Mais ça ne doit pas t’inquiéter, parce que tu sais que je ne le ferai pas. Justine elle aime beaucoup trop pleurer dans tes draps, &elle est beaucoup trop épuisée pour claquer des portes. Alors elle reste, toujours, &je suis convaincue que tes yeux aux couleurs de Kool-Aid y sont pour beaucoup, mais ça tu savais déjà n’est-ce pas? &je ne suis certainement pas la première – quoi qu’encore moins la dernière – avec qui tu uses de ta technique. Les filles douces comme moi finissent toujours par s’enticher d’éternels enfants narcissiques dotés d’un égo qui fait râler, mais assez de charme pour le camoufler. C’est comme ça. &moi j’ai toi, pas toujours, pas au complet, d’accord, alors que toi tu m’as moi, entièrement, tout le temps. Et alors? Et alors cette fois-ci je dormirai sur le divan pour ne pas semer la pagaille auprès de mes hommes qui parlent français avec un accent, ou qui ne le bafouillent pas du tout, ni pour briser des coeurs, &surtout pour ne pas déplaire au bébé boyfriend qui fait probablement pareil à l’autre bout de la ville. Peu importe, c’est avec toi que je dors même quand tu n’es pas à côté de moi. Je t’ai dans la tête, partout dans mes organes, &je m’endors avec tes mains partout sur moi. Des fois, je me surprends même à me demander si toi aussi tu rêves à moi toutes les nuits, mais je noie bien vite cette idée avec un gin tonic de plus en tentant d’ignorer que tu ne le fais probablement pas.      C’est vrai, toi tu penses à une autre. D’accord. À 17 ans, on perd tout le temps mais on apprend. Aussi bien m’y faire maintenant, non? ______ 2007/02/24, 2:12 am. COMMENT

[Mar01'2008 08:39PM]  J'ai même pas pu lui dire au revoir. COMMENT

[Feb23'2008 11:32PM] [ music | MGMT - Kids ] What used to define beauty for me is now all contained into those treasured eyes. Such precious eyes to go with even more precious lies.  So precious I'd lock them in a crystal clear snowglobe and watch them spiral into waves of tiny white plastic snowflakes if only he'd let me to. Over the summer, I had turned myself into a mess. Awaking on bathroom floors to the rhythm of the rain on the stained glass was now part of my daily routine. "What you don't love, it's easy to leave," my grandmother once said. &so did I, time after time. A typewriter in a crowded bus that leaded me to a city where I was nowhere to be found. A bra under a twin-sized bed, a blood stain you simply can't get rid of no matter how hard you try to wash it away. I had left myself in so many places, tuck remnants in kisses or saliva that never dries up. &in the process of becoming a woman, I lost sight of my own peace of mind. But then autumn came, I met him all over again, &he brang it back to me with a double cheeseburger, french fries and a small iced-tea.  Just when I least expected it. I fell in love every night for a week with that one little piece of sailor that made me rebel against my horoscope, &that daily stirs me around like the alcohol we pour in our coffee when morning comes far too soon. He has been stealing all of my nights away for the past three months and he's worth wasting all of my 11:11 wishes on. He makes me want to jump out of my skin so I can sink through him, &I don't even feel the need to fight it. I've given in in all ways possible, gotten my skeleton off my chest &put my heart at rest on the table as if he asked me to. Tracing I love you's on eachother's body doesn't require the use of any of my organs other than my brain so I can spell those three words out correctly, &my ribcage still won't cave in. He takes me to that place at night where I'm forever king when this house is no longer a home but a worn out bed. His words, like second-hand smoke, they sometimes made me sick but they keep me warm, always. When clocks always tick constant midnight, he makes all of my cells tap their feet to the beat of his ballads so I don't have to sleep. I play connect the dots with his moles &draw constalletions out of them, so you can't tell me I love him wrong. I love him in his entirety, from his red beard to the smell of his sweat when we unwind after sex. Every breath I take leads me closer to crawling back into his bed so I can love him in all different manners &cook him pancakes when we wake up at 2pm. We are worlds appart, he has such a bad temper &a terrible breath in the morning, yet he is the only man I want to wake up to. 10 COMMENT

[Feb13'2008 02:50AM] [ music | Martha Wainwright - Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole ] Sept mots si simples: Je ne veux pas que tu partes. «Il a voulu me quitter, &moi je n'ai pas su le retenir.» C'est pas grave, il reviendra. D'accord, peut-être pas. 4 COMMENT

[Sep17'2007 01:00AM] I might move out in Sherbrooke. The end. 4 COMMENT

[May08'2007 11:53PM] Thanks life for giving me friends who contribute into enlightening me &making my feet go PARTY!PARTY!PARTY!. There's nothing better than cupcakes to wash painful heartbreaks away, I swear. However, my lack of sleep is turning into a monster &eating me alive. oh well, I won't be the one to complain. COMMENT

[Mar27'2007 09:15PM] HI, I like to pick up random myspace fights. SEEYA. COMMENT

[Mar05'2007 03:18AM] Tonight remembered me of our truth or dare evenings in Boston. Except we are 5years older, much more drunk &hornier. {As we age &change, things always stay the same.} LIFE IS GOOD, new acquaintances &reborn friendships are golden. Plus grinding on your Economy teacher is priceless. "JE T'AIME, MONSIEUR BERGERON." Off to bed. My body is filled with 11glasses of alcohol &2Tylenols. I'm about to die. ps. For those who stayed all through the night, that picture might ring a bell to your head. Otherwise, the secret won't ever be spilled out, aha. TOO BAD, the end. COMMENT

I need a reminder that I'm human. [Feb23'2007 09:55AM] [ mood | apathetic ] [ music | Nada Surf - In The Mirror ] Recently, I've been skipping classes at least once a week. 15minutes checkups appointments result in 4hours of non-going to school activities. I hate how I can't seem to stop smoking. Almost 7years of addiction, YESSS. major bummer. On another note, I firmly believe that my mom &my sister should definitely be sent in Iraq. Little mister Prince Harry should be the one safely staying home with me instead, aha. URGH. Life is unfair. WHAT'S UP APATHY &SYRACUSE PEOPLE LOVING. I don't even want to take the birth-control pill anymore. In my dreams I love you like a snowstorm in the night.   1 COMMENT

[Jan19'2007 07:00AM] I've been shivering, having fever &vomiting all night. I'm taking the ring off tonight. Tonight. 1 COMMENT

[Jan13'2007 06:13PM] [ mood | excited, can't you see? ] [ music | Sufjan Stevens - Chicago ] I just got 2tickets for Brand New in Montreal on May 19th; 1for Camille &1for me. !!!1!!1!!!1!!!!!!1! Too much excitement for my little brainmeat. 2 COMMENT

[Oct23'2006 12:03PM] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Editors - Munich ] Yesterday was Guillaume &I's first year anniversary. We spent the day decorating homemade cupcakes, watching movies &laying in bed, hand in hand. The past month could have been compared to a rollercoaster. Ups &down, constantly. &that weird feeling that your heartbeat can't follow. That twist in your stomach, the aching in your guts. But when you get off the wagon, when you get back on your feet... oh, that's when you realize, lovely face. Realize how much you are pleased, how you made it through. How this ride was deeply needed, &enjoyed, despite the fear &nauseas . &then, it is so much better. Much more intense. See, we are in love. no. Far beyond love, beyond adoration. I live through him as he lives through me. &I don't even find it confusing, nor dangerous. There's gold on my ring finger. Pouce, index, majeur, annulaire, auriculaire. An aliance, 10K. Tu vois, c'est moi la fiancée maintenant. So little did I know about love, a year ago. Other than pain, casual heartbreaks &total, insane &guilty devotion to a man. A man that doesn't share those coveted feelings. Or that relationship that makes you understand the ethimology of its term - like a ship, like a boat, it keeps sinking. But I don't find myself washed up on faraway shores anymore. I am one, I am yours &I am home. Because home is where the heart is. 1 COMMENT

[Oct02'2006 07:33AM] No, no. Press eject &give me the tape. I swear I know what's good for us. 3 COMMENT

I loved you first through a photograph, I loved you, I loved you; didn't you know? [Sep06'2006 09:36PM] [ mood | hopeful ] [ music | TV On The Radio - Dreams ] I’ve seen her before. A slight girl clothed in a scarlet dress, holding balloons. She was printed out on Kodak premium photo paper. The picture was hanged on a burgundy wall, Exposed in a genteel frame made of refined gold fabric. Upper class, I suppose. Daddy had taken this portrait. She was nine. No smile, no tears. Just that look, that awful look. “She has been hurt too much,” I thought. The innocent child was ogling at the camera. &through the photograph, I felt her broad round eyes on me. oh!, how unpleasant it was. She was tearing me apart, in tiny tiny pieces. It appeared to me as a SOS call, a cry for help. A few minutes after her father had pressed the button, She let the balloons fly up to the clouds. Her hopes were set high. She pretended the ribbons had slipped from her petite &precious hands; Her gentle fingers couldn’t hold them tight, she said. But she did it on purpose, as her mother told me years later. Her balloons had disappeared. Reaching the tree tops, they exploded. She didn’t nod. Not a single move was executed. She kept staring in the lens direction. She didn’t cry. She made a promise to the god up there, staring at her. He might have refused her multicoloured &gaudy helium-filled plastic envelops, But he would listen to her. “I shall not cry &I refuse to die, you hear me?” She was nine. Nine years old &I already loved her. 1 COMMENT

So take up your makeup &pocket your pills away; we're kings among runaways. [Jun28'2006 11:56AM] [ mood | exanimate ] [ music | The Decemberists - Picaresque CD ] 1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? Waking up next to him &staring at him for hours, until he starts tossing and pulls me closer to him. The soft &gentle kiss he gives me then, on my shoulder, is the most delicious thing. It lights firecrackers in my head, I swear. 2. What is your greatest fear? Losing him. or losing myself, to drugs or to psychosis. Both, I guess. Silly silly me. 3. Which living person do you most admire and why? Conor Oberst, for inventing such a mystifying &captivating character, with an amalgamation of strength &weakness, that inspires fascination &disgust at the same time. Someone that you esteem for his wise words &the way he ploughs his own furrow. &someone that, without having you noticing, you hate with every of your cells, that cultivates more &more anger into you as you breathe in. Not because of his drugs abuse, his debauchery or his absence of self-confidence. Simply because you wish you'd have written it first. 4. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I'm utterly disorganized and I wish I wasn't. oh! &lack of motivation +procrastination. 5. What is the trait you most deplore in others? The conviction that they're right &the way that justifies their treatment to others. That commonly results in hypocrisy, cruelty. &I despise it. 6. What has been your most embarrassing moment? I can't even recall any of them. Thwarting events generally don't humiliate me. I'm humble &I can easily make fun of myself, ten on ten. 7. What vehicles do you own? A poor damaged skateboard that I haven't touched in ages. 8. What is your greatest extravagance? Makeup. &haircuts, particularly this one. (Hi, Vanessa.) 2thumbs up to shaved hair &rat tails. 9. What is your most treasured possession? My Ipod &computer, the idea of it. The idea of having all my music close to hand &nearly everything I've ever done or even been saved in a box, rather than the battered objects. 10. Where would you like to live? In my current city, but on my own. But I'd like to stay in London, New York or Tokyo. Only for a while, until I get homesick. I'm in love with Montreal, shame on me! 11. What makes you depressed? Not writing. or not being able to. Blank pages get me nauseated. I get moody and broody and irritable if I'm not creating. 12. What do you most dislike about your appearance? My hair. It doesn't behave, never. Unless I straight them. But still, they get me wrong, always. Otherwise, I'd opt for my lower body. Ass, thighs &legs. Cellulite, meurs. 13. Who would play you in a movie of your life? Me. No one knows me enough &I'd always criticize the actor who'd portrait me. She'd be bad. People tend to believe I'm an arrogant pain in the ass &overloaded with selfconfidence. Truth is, I'm not; I'm simply assuming that no one will ever know me enough to "be me", capitch? 14. What is your most unappealing habit? Twirling my queue de rat in my fingers, tabernacle. 15. What is your favorite smell? My boy's laundry, definitely. 16. What is your favorite word? Catastrope (In French, svp.) &apathy. +abstemiously, because it contains every vowels in alphabetical order. 17. What is your favourite book? Ensemble, c'est tout. 18. What is your fancy dress costume of choice? Princess. 19. Radiator or air conditioning? Air conditioning. Dry air is the result of radiator heat, as in my nose bled last night. &it causes me asthma crisis, sometimes. Quite fairly often, must I say. 20. Cat or dog? DOGS. Definitely. I hate cats. They're malicious &they're just like black ice; YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THEY MIGHT STAB YOU IN THE BACK. Evil creatures. Just like Guillaume's female cat. Anyhow, I'd love love love a dog. But it wouldn't be fair. You know, a dog who lives in piles of dust &his own shit isn't an happy dog. POUR VRAI!1!!1! 21. Is it better to give or to receive? Both. 22. What is your guiltiest pleasure? Procrastinating. &dairies. &coffee. &gummies. 24. To whom would you most like to say sorry and why? Even if he'd still be alive, I doubt he'd remember my name. 25. What or who is the greatest love of your life? My boy. &Vanessa, as a matter of lifetime. 26. Which living person do you most despise and why? François Saint-Denis. He should die. Why? Because. It feels great. &that's all there is to know, I suppose. Ah pis Cédric le Français. Fils de pâtissier. (You break my girl's heart; I break your face.) 27. Have you ever said "I love you" without meaning it? No. 28. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Gold. 29. What has been your biggest disappointment? Christian-Étienne Saint-Gelais. 30. What is your greatest regret? I don't have any. I still wish I'd enjoyed the journey more &learned from it, rather than worried about it. 31. When and where were you happiest? In total sincerity, on May 21st, on Guillaume's couch. 32. When did you last cry, and why? Wednesday, 2weeks ago, because I hate fights, even if I'm the one always causing disagreements. 33. How do you relax? Music, bed, eyes closed. Boyfriend allowed. 36. What would improve the quality of your life? Time. I'd like lots and lot more time. Ten days weeks. Six weeks months. Twenty months years. Otherwise, only a few days ago, I would have said sex. Definitely sex. &motivation. Sir, I want some more. 37. What do you consider your greatest achievement? Me against the drugs &sex abuse. &me winning the fight. That's what I'm the most proud about, I believe. 38. What keeps you awake at night? Silence. 39. What song would you like played at your funeral? Play Crack the Sky, by Br&New. But you already knew that, didn't you? 40. How would you like to be remembered? Like he does. Even if it's sometimes annoying, it's flattering. He might have idealized me. But it makes me feel at the top of the world. 41. What is the most important lesson life has taught you? Most people exist, but you must live. Thanks, Mister Wilde. 2 COMMENT

2sips from the cup of human kindness. [Jun20'2006 10:06PM] [ mood | stressed ] [ music | The New Pornographers - Use It ] {Final Science exam in less than 11hours; haven't started studying yet. Good girl gone bad, you say?} Mad props to trashy collages, aha. Those picture were taken yesterday, as in "Alexander +Justine's hangouts at the Parc des Hirondelles every weekdays". &as in Morgane is getting jealous, much? obviously. Since Alexander's dad has died, a few weeks ago, Morgane has been busy busy busy. Traveling from Portland to Syracuse &Montreal, doing some makeup contracts in the States &visiting her family. I've barely been seeing her, &when I get the chance to, it's only for split seconds she would have rather spent somewhere else - with someone else. No harm is done. But I've been reading in your mind all along, lady. As a result of her full schedule &casual highway drives, Alexander, who is caught in Canada for work matters, is becoming a crappy loner. &guess who joyfully entertains him? I do. We spend half of our freetime together, complaining about our spouses being so far away. Our days mainly consist of shopping sessions, parks, ice cream, gummies &laughter. I'm proud to say that ever since his dad passed away, I've never seen him as happy as yesterday. Unfortunately, good things always come to an end. In 10days, Alexander Ollin &Morgane Saint-Gelais will officially be Americans. They're both moving together in Portland, where the Ollin family lives. No more wedding, no more trendy loft on Marquette, no more passenger seat, no more sleepovers, no more Buddha Bar, no more unforeseen visits, no more fruities. All of this will be over. In 10days. 10tiny days. Good thing is (because yes, there's always positive aspects to everything.), MY LOVERBOY IS MOVING IN MONTREAL IN 4SLEEPS. Previously today, he interrupted our phonecall sooner than expected because he had to do some packing. THAT'S CRAZY!!1!!1!!!1! I've been thinking about it all day &I assume that I'm starting to realize the fact that in such a short laps of time, he'll be home. We've been counting down the months &the weeks to June 24th &now, it's only a matter of days. wow. Time goes on so fast; it's unbelievable. I can't hardly even remember the first months of our relationship, when we couldn't see eachother, when we were talking on the phone only every 2days, 3if we weren't lucky. &from now on; GOODBYE, sporadic sex. Periods, you won't get in my way anymore - even if they show up twice a month. We'll see eachother all the time, have sex when we feel like it, only 30minutes bus rides will keep us away, I'll cook for him, he'll pick me up after neverending days at work, I'll accompany him to the grocery store &I'll slip into his bedsheets early in the morning without having to wake up before the sun rises. All of this coming true - finally. My dream, my dream, my dream. 8 COMMENT

[Jan15'2006 11:11PM] [ mood | touched ] [ music | Tears for Fears - Shout ] Dear dearest Morgane, I can't believe you're already leaving. In fact, I tried as hard as I could to make myself forget that you would eventually get on that airplane &go away. Away from me, for one whole month. Leave for warmer seasons, sunnier mornings &breathtaking shorelines. &here I am, reminiscent, in my cold &dark room. &as egocentric as I am, as selfish as you know me &as childish as you (still) love me, I wish you could stay. Because without you, these days, it seems like the sun never rises in my blue sky turning grey. Without you, everything looks dull. I don't smile enough, I don't laugh enough. Mostly, I guess I'm not strong enough. &without you, I am scared. Because you aren't there to protect me, like you always did. I know I'll handle it. I know I can still count on you. &I promise I won't get into too many messes without calling you out. Even if I'm the one with the advices, even if I constantly put you back in line, I still look up to you. From time to time. You taught me a lot, gave me style lessons &fed me up with your cuteness. When I feel like giving up, you motivate me by telling me I can do nearly everything if I want to &TRY to. When I am terrified, you dismiss my fears &waste me in laughter. Sometimes, I whine for no reasons. I act like 5, I scream, I kick &get mad at you. I slam doors. Most of the time, your car's passenger door. I make your alarm ring. I tell you what to do, I give you the cold shoulder &you end up telling me I'm being a pain in the ass. Right. We fight, we cry, we laugh. That's just what &how we do. But most of all, we love eachother. Our friendship is immeasurable, inexplicable. What we share is, I believe, quite the same. Our boyfriends don't seem to get it neither. Mine wonders how come I always miss you when you are not around. &yours gets jealous when we spend too much time together. Plus, he doesn't understand when &how we got so close. But the thing is, they're both annoyed because you have been my girlfriend &so have I been to you for a much longer period than we've been with them. I know you're only leaving for a few weeks. But who will I have BNQ hangouts with on weekdays? Who will take me out for diner at the Commensal &Rockaberry? Who will pick me up at school &hold my hand at the doctor's? Who will comb my hair &wear gold highheels with me? Who will tell me to shut up when I'm being bitchy or (excessively) complaining? Who will drop by on Sunday mornings at 9 before going to work because your hair is all worn out &your makeup is messy? No one. Because no one will ever replace you, for the simple reason that no one's as amazing as you. &no one will ever show up, grab me by the arm, look at me straight in the eye &shout "STRAIGHTEN UP, little soldier." &next, when we'll both feel depressed, I will have no one to shake &tell: "I didn't have the nerve &strength to empty my suitcase yet, ever since I got home. So you will have to help me out with this. You're going to put all my clothes on a pile on my bed &I'll put them back in the cupboards. &after that, when we'll be done, you'll drive us to your place. &I'm going to give you a hand with your packing." Subsequently, there will be no one to smile back at me like you did. No one to give me that grateful look &thankful nod. &I will have no one to conclude with by saying "You know, that's what friends are for." Then, on Tuesday, you will leave for 7days, to get back to your boyfriend, friends &brother. The people you call your family. You'll have fun, crazy adventures, &here, in Montreal, you'll be missed. I will countdown the days until I might see you again, before you leave for 21more days. But I won't be able to go to the airport with your mom to say goodbye. I wish I could make it, but I won't &we both have figured out that it's better off this way. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you go. I would keep you in my arms forever. But I won't. &you'll leave for Tahiti. Fun times ahead, you know it. New friends, culture shock, fascination. Because even if you're anxious, even if it scares you too, you're excited. The 3of you have dreamed about it for years, now. &I can already imagine you with your eyes wide open, filled with amusement, joy &glare, under your gooffy &oversized sunglasses I bought you. &afterwards, hopefully, you'll mange to miss me, just as much as I will. You'll come home again, back to me, &everything will be fine, as we left them. We'll be just fine, I swear. As long as we have eachtother. Because together, we invent ourselves warmer seasons &sunnier mornings, don't we? Yeah, that's basically what we do best. 3 COMMENT

[Jan15'2006 01:34AM] 1-2-3, ici morgane la karmunasian. je me suis infiltrée dans l'acount à préteen justine. parce que j'avais envie de la remercier et de l'encourager. en plus de vous faire part de la chance que vous avez de connaitre cette demoiselle. ms gf, c'est la fille la plus merveilleuse de la galaxie. tout ceux qui la fréquentent s'entendent pour dire que cette fille, c'est de l'or. oui oui. comme son nom d'utilisateur. tout le monde la reconnait pour sa force. psychologique, émotionnelle, mentale et physique. "toé pi tes gros bras". lol elle a traversé tellement d'épreuves inimaginables, huit tonnes minimum depuis qu'elle est dans ma vie. et tout ca, je le souhaite à personne. meme pas à charles éthier! lol mais elle en est ressortie encore plus sage, plus réféchie et plus grande. c'est pour ca que maintenant, elle me dépasse. que voulez vous. elle est un dinosaure et c'est pas pour rien! non seulement elle a la solidité d'un dino mais aussi sa maturité. avec toutes ces expériences de vie et ce dont elle en a appris, elle a un âge préhistorique. c'est pourquoi quand j'ai des questions, des décisions a prendre, c'est vers elle que je me tourne. si je suis triste, c'est elle que je vais appeler en premier. par contre, toute la jugeotte de ma petite dame disparait quand je suis là. lol ensemble, la somme de nos âge mental est inférieur a celle d'un bébé de même pas un an, comme adidi. on s'amuse comme des petites folles en maternelle et on rit tellement que j'ai envie de pipi. elle sort toujours les répliques les plus drôles et spontanées. et moi, je fini toujours par parler de caca-pipi-rot-pet-(justi!)vomi. en plus, elle est la seule à boucher mon chum et a le faire rougir de colère. lol son sourire d'écureuil avec ses grosses bajoues est le plus réconfortant er ses calins sont des doudous. quand elle pleurniche, j'ai qu'une envie, la prendre dans mes bras! partout ou je l'amène, tout le monde parle d'elle. les têtes se retournent sur son passage, elle atire les regards et les hommes s'enflamment. lol mais ca, ca doit etre parce qu'elle a la réputation de la meilleure danseuse de la moule des laurentides. et c'est pas rien, les copains! elle a su préserver sa fièvre latine, surtout à jeun. lol mettez nous pas les deux sur le même dance floor avec de la musique de plotes. sinon, LES CHARRUES DÉBARQUENT DANS LA BARAQUE. sean paul, on l'aime. et miminem, c'est notre ami aussi. mais surtout le mien, vu qu'il est un blondinet. nos sorties a la bnq font de nous des geeks et de moi une femme plus que comblée. j'aime chasser sandro le beau avec elle, même si je suis jalouse puisque il a des yeux que pour elle, la maudite. lol j'aime lui faire à manger dans sa cuisine en mélamine et de l'exercice dans sa sale de bain deluxe. on traque les chips végés de granolas et on se mix des frooties. ce que je lui dis pas, c'est que j'adore lui mettre de la drogue du viol dedans. hihihiihihihi. lol chez cora, on aime ca. surtout avec le lait de soya. j'aime ses visites à mon travail, orlane bonjour. surtout quand elle me vole mes pinceaux, viens derière le contoir et me paye pour me maquiller. lol j'aime lui offrir des cadeaux. pas grave, visa ca va. mais j'aime par dessus tout venir lui porter des doggy bag avec des crêpes pis des bougies dessus, pour sa fête. je l'amène au commensal tout le temps. et au rockaberry pour le dessert, parce que je suis une bonne amie vous voyez. un jour, on va s'acheter un autobus jaune deux places décapotable. et on va faire le tour du bois de loraine en un an, donc 356 jours. lol quand on est face à face, on se regarde dans les yeux et on se dit qu'on va vivre vieux. mon siège passager lui est réservé. les jujubes sur ma banquette arrière aussi. pi c'est pareil pour les burritos américains vieux de trois jours dans mon coffr arrière. mais les chips secrètes dans mon coffre à gants sont À MOI. ou au fbi. lol elle a beau chialler contre ma kia sorento, je sais qu'elle l'adore et qu'elle en veut une. lol jaime aller avec elle se faire couper les cheveux et un jour, vanessa-la-coifeuse et moi, on va la teindre en rousse, ma jolie. on a peur des corbillards, même si son fantasme est de faire des bébés en arrière, dans un cerceuil. pi avec un mort dedans, sivouplais. pi un curé en robe. maudite gothique. je lui tiens la main chez le médecin et elle fait mon éducation sexuelle. on enrigistre des belles chansons et on fait des x avec nos bras à alexander ollin en plus d'imiter the arcade fire live quand ils lancent les violons. lol on cherche encore un moyen pour que le dit alexander soit son beau frère, ou espagnol. mais cubain, ca nous irait bien aussi. elle m'aime malgré ma barbe molle et eisley, c'est grace a moi. elle me parle parfois de pilosités et moi j'aime ca les amies avec pas de tapis dans le bikini. je lui donne des lifts partout et la prend en photo en sous-vêtements, avec sa permission. elle me bat à ddr et avec ses gros seins. je lui vole ses gilets et ses jupes pitounes que je perds aussi, parfois. mais elle, elle me pique mes garcons qui deviennent tous fous d'elle. ses dickies lui font des belles fesses, mais pas autant que sa ceinture à studs de punk rock princess. lol   ma mignone, tu es, après mon copain, ma mommy et le bro la personne la plus importante pour moi. peu importe ou tu es, combien on est séparés, je t'ai avec moi et vice versa. nous sommes connectées par le cou, reliées par une chaine, rien ne peur nous séparer puisque nous détenons la clé. lol tu es la plus belle madame du monde, à la plus belle vois et au plus grand coeur. toujours la pour aider, pour les gens que tu aimes. et je me sens si chanceuse de faire partie de ces personnes. je sais que je peux compter sur toi et sois assurée que c'est réciproque. ton amitié est tellement précieuse pour moi et tu seras toujours ma girlfriend, tu verras. meme si je ne serai pas à the all-american rejects avec toi pour la première fois en quatre ans, j'y serai en pensées. je t'amène avec moi à tahiti, mon kiwi. et ne pense jamais que je t'abandonne. malgré ce que tu vis en ce moment, je sais que tu vas réussir et que tu vas t'en tirer triophante, comme toujours. tu es mon modèle, cette personne que j'estime gros et que je ne cesse de regarder avec admiration. trois semaines, c'est long. surtout sans toi. tu vas me manquer, bébé gf. tiens moi au courant de tout ce qui se passe dans ta vie, ne me remplace pas et tâche de penser à moi, juste un peu. j'ai peur de m'en aller sans toi et de te laisser ici, je veux pas. je t'aime, ma belette. 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