I was gonna give this a cool title, but this song has no lyrics.

Tis Storming. 

Yes, it was sposed to only be flurries, but no. That would be too simple. 

Go-Damn snow. Actually. I quite love me some snow, it's really a bea-- wait a minute... Why is it so quiet? 

Brb. Tunes.

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That's better. Yes, It was way to quite.

It's been too quite. You haven't been around, and I've been trying to make less of a deal of it as before. When in all reality, it's still driving me crazy. Although, I do think of you often. Frequently. Ninety-Nine-Point-Nine-Percent of the time really. 

We did figure drawing today. I love it really. I actually really enjoy it. And I'm beginning to question more and more what it is that I actually want to do with my life. I mean there's a lot I want to do with it, but what do I really want to DO with it? D'ya know what I mean?

I've been thinking a lot. I've been writing a lot lately to also. A lot. But, you'll never see any of that:)

God was just like "Believe in me DAMMIT", then he administered the stigmata. Others may have said it went a bit like this "God was like "If the fucking daughters of religious freaks don't even believe in me anymore, everyone's gonna realise I don't exist! Lets stigmatise the bitch!"." Either way you put it, God failed. 

I'd drive a million miles just to be with you. But that wouldn't be practical now would it? Nope. I don't even have a car that can drive on water,

♥ b 

I hate Winnipeg. This is true, even if I've never been.