I have a horse and a fancy camera and an old station wagon and a fascinating boyfriend and they mean the absolute world to me (in no particular order.) My mantra is 'just keep laughing' because sometimes laughing is all you can do to stop yourself from going over the edge.
This tumblog is all over the place, like me. And really, I wouldn't have it any other way <3
{yes, i am a fan of the oxford comma. try not to let it shape your judgement of me.}
This made me laugh. It reads like a conversation that melts into nonsense.
I love nonsense.
The smells of rum and leather conditioner and manure and fresh mountain air
Sunburned lips and wind-whipped cheeks and aching legs
Horses snorting and birds chirping and the Bow River rushing and leaves quivering.
Never-ending rain.
Close your eyes. Breathe. Smell. Feel. Hear.
Absolute freedom.
There are little green flowers of yuck built up on the shower head, though.
You know that CLR commercial where they dip the shower head into CLR and it works like new? Yeah, I totally didn’t buy a jug of CLR and stand there holding up a dish of it to the shower head for 10 minutes for barely any results, no way, I’m too busy living on the edge and stuff
I love it in Banff. It isn’t as lonely as I feared. There are tourists and gift shops, and every garbage dumpster is bear proof, and the mountains still look photoshopped even though I’m looking right at them, but it feels like home. The air is fresh and clean and the streets are named after animals and the horse people I’m working with, kids my age, are knowledgeable and funny. My Housemates are all female; I’ve met two male coworkers, one hilarious but slightly desperate and the other quiet, polite, and unbelievably hot.
Today, I shopped and walked and built a more solid existence for myself here.
I can’t wait to start work. I’ve heard stories of coworkers and sexual harassment and stupid customers and fantastic horses. I can’t wait- tomorrow I’m going for a ride.
I feel like I’ve come home.
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I like this room in the dark, this room of mine at my mother’s.
Though I did not grow up here, did not play dolls here, did not sob over the temporary ache of my first broken heart here, it’s a good room. Though technically it’s the “guest room”, the bookshelf is lined with my books. It’s wide, with a big window, and smoky grey walls. I’m normally bad with shades of grey, but this room is safe, in a way. As long as the blinds are closed. I used to prefer the blinds open. Either way, the window itself /must/ be open, at least until the metal stopper.
It was in this room that I was allowed to share my bed with my boyfriend when he was kicked out of his house.
It was in this room I was allowed to live until I moved into my apartment.
It was in this room that I held him while he cried.
It was in this room that my mom held me while I cried.
It is in this room that I am lying, falling asleep, losing consciousness.
It is in this room that my mind is running away from me again, emotions peeling away into the breeze, words fading back into silence. Into sleep.
It is a room of in-betweens.
So, yeah, my car broke down on the way back from Wonderland. Called it.
Well, the engine light came on because it ran out of oil, in any case (there’s a crack in the oil pan that’ll cost more to repair than the car’s worth).
So I had to pull over on the highway and add some of the oil that I had the AMAZING INGENIOUS PSYCHIC foresight to buy and stash in the back.
Open and shut case, it would seem, but I’m pretty sure there’s more wrong with the car. She just isn’t running the same.
Come on, LU. You can survive two more days!
(PS I named my car LU [yes, LU, both capitals] because of the switch on my door)
According to my calculations, I’m going to drive for approximately 5.5 hours today.
At least it’s to Wonderland!
I’ll let you know when my car breaks down.
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What do the kids from the Magic School Bus tell their parents?
“What did you do in school today, sweetie?”
“Today our bus shrunk us down and we went inside Arnold’s scraped knee
We went INSIDE HIM
INTO HIS BODY
WE WERE IN HIS BOWELS
INSIDE ARNOLD”
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