I wish we had more time to chat after our brief time together. As I'm sure you can understand, watching you drive backwards and smash my car rattled me a bit. I was nervous and did not think clearly. But if we are ever given the chance again, I would love to get to know you better. I'm confident this would be a good conversation. Perhaps I would develop an understanding of why you did what you did. Maybe I could get some of my questions answered. Questions such as these:
-Did your parents raise you to be a liar, or is this a skill you developed on your own?
-Did you think driving backwards down a busy street was a normal thing to do?
-Did you know that a rear-view mirror is used to see what is behind you?
-Even though you told the police you heard me honking my horn, you didn't think I was actually behind you? (I'm really confused by this one)
-Did you KNOW you would get away with this, or were you gambling with fate?
-Did you know right away that the $7200.00 in damages you did to my car looked exactly like I rear-ended you, or did you come up with this theory later?
-Did you know the insurance companies would say your silly stunt was 50% my fault?
-Do you feel guilty when you look in the mirror? You sleeping okay?
-If we cross paths again, will you be able to lie to my face?
So many questions Tom, so many questions. I realize you are only 19 years young. I was 19 once too. I have grown up a lot since then and clearly you've got a lot of growing up to do as well. I can promise you though, I would not have done what you did. My conscience would have eaten me alive. Maybe someday you will realize that owning up to your mistakes and taking responsibility for your actions is what will make you a man. If you decide to have children I can only hope you decide to raise them with morals - better morals than you have at this point in your life. I hope you man up one of these days.
The saddest part is that this has left me jaded. You have made me question the value of honesty because in the end, your lies paid off. I don't like that Tom, not one bit.
In the end, I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. You don't have much to work with, it seems. Maybe next time you decide to f&*K me, you can take me out to dinner first. Then we can have our chat.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Meet Foxy the cat. If this doesn't make you smile, there might be something wrong with you.
Foxy belongs to my friend's Aaron and Kim. I think Aaron and Kim are awesome for many reasons - but this just upped the ante. Because really folks - they shaved their cat. When I first saw this picture I envisioned a battle scene taking place in a bathroom where Aaron took on a football stance, wrapped Foxy in a blindfolding towel while Kim donned the clippers and hoped for the best. However, they took the smart route and had a professional do it (which I would still like to see). I am sure most of you are wondering why one would shave a cat. It all comes down to love (cue the 'awwwww' from the audience). Foxy was Kim's cat and then she met Aaron who is allergic to her. Now they are getting married and Kim doesn't want Aaron to keel over. I'm pretty sure their future vows include "for better or for worse, in sicker and in health, hairy or shaved cat....for as long as we both shall live".
I talked to Aaron the other night about Foxy. I wanted to get more details on the scene. I asked how Foxy's demeanor changed after her transformation. I envisioned her feeling shy or naked. Possibly shimmying along the wall, paws covering her nether regions as she made her way to the litter box. It was quite the opposite I hear. Aaron advised she's loving her new self and walks with her head held high. Would it be too cliche if I said Foxy thinks she's the cats meow? Yes, yes - I think it would.
Favourite of the Day: I woke up in my old room. I used my old shower and I savoured the air conditioning. There's no place like home.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The past few days of my life have been a whirlwind. Life is feeding me highs and lows all at once and it is going too fast to settle in my brain. In only five days I've gone to a great wedding reception with friends, spent a beautiful sunny day relaxing with girlfriends on my favourite lake, had the most amazing 12 hour sleep and went to the best concert I've ever been too. I've also heard great news from a friend that warmed my heart.
However, in these same five days I got in a car accident (minor - don't worry), missed a wedding ceremony, lost complete faith in our police system, fought with insurance agents, stalked a stranger in hopes of helping my case, been angry, frustrated, sad, disappointed and oh, hung over. I've also heard sad news from not one, but two friends that broke my heart.
FIVE DAYS. AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh
The pictures below are from Saturday and where I need to be in my mind;
Laying in the sunshine beside a lake with the company of friends.
Simplicity. Perfection. Necessary.