I can't help but wonder if there's something on the Island that is playing a role in young men turning into violent criminals. Not so long ago two young men from Port Alberni triggered one of the largest manhunts in Canadian history. Now this bank robbery. I don't like it. Not one bit.
If I could have my way I would buy a small RV and travel around seeing new places stopping in little towns along the way, meeting new people and live life on the road. Take the roads less traveled and camp all over B.C. and get back to nature and record all my escapades on video camera then maybe get a reality T. V. Show.
Dreams and Wishes :)
I'm pretty sure I'm from some other time. I feel a tad discombobulated in this reality. I think I met a fellow time traveler but she's married now, so I should really just go back in time to try and woo her...but somehow I don't know how to do that.
It seems I'm turning into a anti-YouTube person.....there's I feel a lot of poison on it.
I want to watch the world from afar and write letters to it every day. To let my words be a lullaby in the fog to ferry its mind into a place of respite and dreams.
Every day I am reminded how temporary my life is. The roof over my head, my job, the car I drive, my meagre savings, the food in my fridge, the people in my life. All could be gone instantly. I admit I would like some permanence in my life. Some semblance of stability. Though I must remember, in the end none of us gets out of this alive. I can take nothing with me except perhaps what life meant to me. I wish I knew. And what if I don’t figure it out at the end - Will I have to come back? I don’t want to do this again.
I have had my ass kicked by life many times. The hardest part is usually the humility to admit that I lost. I was making $50k a year and the pandemic erased that and I found myself with my tail between my legs applying for minimum wage retail last summer. After seeking out a solid winter, having many things bounce my way that usually wouldn't, I was feeling pretty good going into spring. I dusted myself off with some of these small successes and re-applied to my former life. I got some positive news, but with the pandemic, I remain hesitant to any good news. Late last week I was talking in person to from my 2019 life and not only were they happy to see a familiar face, but they were in awe of my resilience and determination to my industry to stick it out. To re-apply. To get my ass kicked and stand back up and walk back through the door. To have taken on retail(which I still do) and kept my sense of humour. Things are dependent on the summer but should things stay open and the world be normal, I am going back to what I love with a bonus waiting for me at the front door. Taking the L sucks. It sucked. But that's life.
I guess it’s finally over, I wanted to suck my husband off so badly the other night as I was turned on by the most relaxing day and he refused as he was too tired!
Now I know all good things must come to an end.
i had sexual pleasures alone on the rebound of one of my cousins and it felt great.
Even though I’m in my mid 30s, mentally I feel older. For some strange and reason, I feel as though I have the mentality of a 66 or 76-year-old man. No, I’m not grumpy or anything. I’ve always been separate from the rest of people my age. Maybe it’s just me but I find that people around my age just bore me to death. They’re all the same…Superficial, phoney baloney and so disconnected from reality. None of them seem to spark my interest whatsoever.