Come Hell or High Water.

Or both, as the case happens to be.

As exciting as it is to hear that our city has made international news on the big networks and even local ones, it's really quite terrifying how quickly all this flooding has happened - and it's still raining exceptionally hard. Ugh.

(If you haven't heard, google "Calgary flood", half the city is under water)

In any case, I'm done picking up the phone for family members calling to check up on us.  It's really sweet that they've all seen our city on the news and are making sure we're okay, but does my love life have to be addressed every time?

My parents can pick up the phone for the rest of the day, I'm done being put under the microscope haha.

I'm Kicking the Curb.

Just buy me a one-way ticket to Disasterville because I'm a trainwreck.

(That's not the wind, that's my massive sighing as I attempt to pick my self-esteem up off the floor)

Mathematics of My Life.

past + present + simultanaeity = severe conflict of interest

Hmm ...

I Fall By the Wayside.

History has a way of repeating itself quite often in my life.  Same routine, different person.  Maybe I'm calling it too soon, things also have a way of surprising you - right? Maybe this time will be different, after all it is a different person.  Maybe this time I'll be pleasantly surprised.  Maybe this time I won't get played.

Although, this time I'm wiser and a little more resilient.  Of course, I'm also more cautious, but I'll never know unless I try and that involves a little bit of courage and risk-taking.

(Vague entry is vague because I barely even understand it myself.)

Ain't Got the Time.

Anxiety. Anger. Frustration.  Irritation. Annoyance. Exhaustion. Yelling.  Slamming doors. Whiskey fueled ridiculousness.  Sewing spatz.  Panic.  Banter.  Nausea.  Coffee.  Coffee.  Coffee.  Caffeine crash.  Backwards.  Leg day.  Sore like never before.  Still irritation.  Brevity.