Sometimes I have fantasies about what I could do with the extra drawer space when my boyfriend finally leaves me for Hong Kong.

Is it wrong to say finally?

Kick in the Chest

I've been hearing so many sad stories about people from my hometown. Suicide and rape have made appearances in these stories but the most prominent has been crack. I've heard of old friends whom I've lost touch with being "casual" crack users if that's possible. My good friend Gord recently had a visit from Keith, his best friend from grade 7 and beyond high school. Keith whipped out a crack pipe and started smoking it like it was normal behaviour and in Gord's apartment. Keith is a witty, attractive, together guy from a good family. What the fuck is he doing? I guess it's not news to me that he thinks he's invincible, he's always had a healthy ego. I'm just floored that he'd be so stupid. I guess he wasn't paying attention when Nathan died from a heroin overdose. Needless to say, Keith's visit was a kick in the chest for us. I haven't seen Keith for 5 years but I'm tempted to kick down his door and let him know he's breaking our hearts.

My best friend Kate also had a recent visit from an old classmate. Alice showed up on Kate's doorstep strung out on crack, dressed in rags with nowhere to go. Kate hadn't seen her in years and didn't think Alice would even know where she lived. I guess someone had pointed it out to her once and it turned out to be the only safe place she could go. Alice had been wandering the streets for hours in flimsy torn rags in the freezing cold after being tossed out of her last crash place. Kate gave her some new clothes and a warm place to stay until she could catch the next bus home. Hopefully her family hasn't given up on her. She had recently finished a six month stay in rehab that obviously wasn't long enough.

Hearing this shit makes me want to visit these people and do what I can to help them through it. Alice and I never really knew each other well but I still want to do something to help. She also mentioned another of our old friends who may or may not have a crack problem. I've asked my Dad about her since he's mentioned seeing her recently. He said she looked healthy and was doing well at her new job. I have hope that Alice was misinformed.

It's sad enough seeing strangers down and out. It's even harder when you knew them before they fell apart.

Ah the 9th

It passed as expected. Isabella-Stella and I have been visiting. Her glass still gleams with 60's charm, her three foot system still a trusty conservation practice. She's a practical ornament. A beauty with function. So sexy she gets two lovely names.

Good Kind of Tired

Nice and sleepy I am. I've taken on a temp holiday job sorting packages for the Christmas rush. It's good to work. I rather like being useful. Can't say I'd want to do this job for very long but it's definitely tolerable enough for a few weeks. I'm also getting a lot of exercise so I can justify extra turtles and toffee over the holidays. Chocolate's just too dangerous for me to not have rules.

mmmmm...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz