Creating New Habits

A year ago I met you for the first time. Smooth, blond and full of grace you carried me off into the night. The joy was unmatched for me. We both knew this was the beggining of a relationship like no other.

At night the world are different and you showed me places I had only imagined before. Places of beauty, of stunning silence and playfull laughter was accompanied where ever we went.

Like the night we fell through the hedge. You hurt a little but together we laughted the night away and kept going. However I could see that you were growing bored and wanted to leave me so I began to choose others over you. Like the time when you smelled so foul. I shunned you for a week, I used others and they were good. You knew and I didn't care.

Together again we went on to new adventures exploring new parts of ourself and the world around us. Like those times when you sprained your ankel. I tended to you carefully but you were never the same for the rest of the night and the joy was gone. The cracks were becoming wider and we grew more distant.

You could have the most furious temper on earth when someone disapointed you. I did once and you destroyed someones mailbox in your rage.

You hated me the day I hit you, I tried to tell you it was a misstake but you wouldn't listen. We knew then it was over for real but we tried to make it work anyway. But we just didn't seem to connect anymore.

Today I leave you for the last time. And I think you smiled when I told you I was.

Here she is

Good bye my lover, Good Bye my friend.

Ever tried to call overseas? I did not for the first time yet it was an experiance.

Got a number by e-mail and was told to call as soon as possible. Well with Vancouver beeing 9 hours behind Sweden it's not something you just do at any hour of the day. Well I called and called and called, after 2 hours of trying at the right time of the day I started suspecting that this number was a fake. Upon excamining the number more closely I was correct, the number was to long to be a Canadian number. So I removed the excess part and tried again for another 2 hours. No luck!
Succumbing to sleep I sent an email to my contact person asking for the corect number. Then heading to bed to catch that last hour possible before heading for work.

The next day I got 2 other to the same person. Now these worked and looked nothing like the one I had got the day before. Go figure

So I spent 4h of my life in one evening trying to call numbers that don't exist, I guess trying to get a job has abit more to do about brains and abit less about beeing persistent.

Anyway by the looks of it I'll end up in Gibson's about an hour from Vancouver working as a "hard back" labourer. That suits me fine, I'm tired of using my head so much.