The more I sort it out the more it gets distorted, I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted

Tagged by the lovely Cee Kay and Smugbug

I am thinking about…
Toronto in the Fall in a hotel overlooking the water.


I said…
"Chutney, I'm this close to selling you to the circus."


I want to…
join the rowing club in the city we live in. Unfortunately they row down the canal by the sewer plant and I'm pretty sure I'd vomit if the water got on me.


I wish…
I were more disciplined. I wish I lived up to the image my coworkers have of me. I wish I could speak 4 foreign languages fluently. I wish that I stopped to say hi to Jeff when I saw him 4 months before he died.


I hear…
the sound of the fan swooshing in my office, Chutney snoring, the kid across the street driving by with thump thump of his bass blasting.


I wonder…
what my kids will be when they grow up.


I regret…
nothing and everything


I am
a compulsive procrastinator.


I dance
like Beyonce on drugs.


I sing
The songs of my youth. Today it's Ask by The Smiths (Because if it's not Love then it's the bomb...that will bring us together)


I cry…
way too easily.


I am not always
as happy or as nice as people perceive me to be.


I make with my hands…
collages and scrapbooks with the photographs I take.


I write…
in journals for my kids. Sometimes I talk about the milestones they have reached. (For example the boy learned how to ride his bike with no training wheels last week). Sometimes I just tell them how much joy they bring to my lives. Most of the time I just ask them not to put me in a nursing home when they grow up.


I confuse
acquaintances and friends. I know a lot of people who I like and who in return like me. But there are only a handful of friends who I would take a bullet for and vice versa.


I need
6 more hours in the day OR someone to cook and do laundry.


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