Protected: torture

i decided to drive to Ste. Anne des Plaines to go down memory lane…and yes, i drove by his house…and Alex’s. He called me after i got home; he had been out having dinner with a tiger that eats out of your hand. My grandmother says i need to let him go…i do.

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Written by feather

October 22nd, 2006 at 6:12 pm

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Heather, it takes time to let things heal. You do not have to make yourself feel bad for missing him, and you certainly don’t have to go out of your way to make yourself miserable. I hope that things are better today. Miss you.

veronica

22 Oct 06 at 7:54 pm

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I was once a history graduate student at the University of Toronto; my research focused on the prehumanists; i completed my final paper in July 2008 and am now taking a year off. When i have collected the necessary funds through gainful employment, i will be embarking on a world voyage - a voyage of self-discovery prompted by hours sitting in airports and talking to complete strangers. My main interests include but are not limited to latin, italian, cultural theory, educational curriculum, historiography, cognitive processes, language-theory, gender relations and THE WESTERN CANON (mwahaha); i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; My main hobbies include the exciting activities of cooking, baking, going to the gym, eating green apple-caramel lollipops, restaurant reviwing and acting as child-like and sassy as possible. i like to pretend this blog contains thoughts worth sharing with the few friends who take the trouble to read it - but i know that is a delusion. These are mostly journal entries. Occasionally i post something more 'creative' in the form of a response to an editorial, a scholastic insight or a thought-experiment. oh yeah, my name is heather, i'm of Montreal and i was born in the nefarious, ominous year 1984.