Hey Everyone,

I’m just sitting here on my day off from Sears thinking I should type something up to put into this blog.  So here I am. 

Last night I indulged myself into a new a House episode.  By far the best episode of the season.  I loved it when House figured out that Wilson was dating a female version of himself.  Creepy.  Gotta love CTB.  You can definitely tell the writers are definitely back the storylines are getting better.

Next on my agenda…  X-FILES!!!!  It’s coming back.  I’m so delighted and thrilled to hear about it.  Especially when I spotted some photos from the set, wow!  Gillian Anderson and David Duchovney have changed.  It seems Gillian Anderson will have the same hair color but not the bob.  Boo.  David looks old.  It’s funny to look back at the first episode and compare them now.  It just blows my mind away.  I’m just so looking forward to the movie.  I can hardly wait until they post the trailers.  Crossing my fingers.

So on Monday night I met up with Joe and Cherubina for a night of movies and beer.  It was great to see them… especially Cherubina.  She’s looking good.  In the morning we spent a lot of time talking to each other it was great having a good old girlie chat about stuff… like guys and such.  The more we talked, the more I let go of the built up feelings I had been harboring inside me for some time.  It allowed me to take these feelings and look at them with a different perspective.  I began to feel emotion again- the frivolous joys and the emotional losses.  There are some things that I wish I hadn’t done or perhaps have done.  Whatever the case is it’s behind me now.  I want to embark on a new fresh journey- as me.  Outspoken, caring, loving, crazy, silly, and intelligent- me.  I’m not afraid to admit my fears- being left in the dark, alone for an eternity, losing to something that I’m good at, being trapped, and not being able to succeed. I want to be a councilor.  But I think my ambition goes beyond that.  I want to sing and act.  I love drawing and being artistic.  Being artistic is my pride, love and soul.

I will continue this later, Lyssa.

Hey Everyone,

 

Here is me being faithful to my blog.

Oct 1st was Frank's B-Day party.  Frank was pretty much tanked by the time we arrived at the party.  I find it so amusing to see someone so out of it.  But he definately lasted until wee hours of the morning.  Not sure how he survived the next day.  He did post on facebook so I'm assuming he's still breathing... good sign.  I had a couple drinks and shots but nothing to get me completely wasted on.  Near the end of the night I think I was slowly being consumed by an etching headache... aside from that the night was fun.  Met a bunch of new people.  A lot of photographers and flashing.  I ended up getting a photo done... I look sooo hot in it.  lol. or should I blush.  Teehee.

I've finally made amends with most of the friends that I stopped talking to in September.  Things are still slightly strange.  For the past year and a bit I've always been out of the house and now I'm here pretty much most of the time.  I can hardly wait until the snow melts and things get warmmer.  It'll be an encouragement to get out and do things.  Yay!

I'm so hoping this year rocks and not blows.

Anyways I'm off to have a delightful conversation about penises, sucking, and whatever a person does between their bedsheets with Laura and Cherubina.  Gotta love sharing techniques.  Lyssa

Love is Insanity

Written by Lyssa Gagne

 

I should be happy. 

I should be joyous. 

I had it for almost a day. 

It was nice and it was beautiful. 

I can smile and just remember how much love was there. 

And now I believe it’s gone. 

It's flown over our heads and it has crash landed in a field far away. 

I don't care anymore. 

I may still have the like of the matter but I know that I love him, and thats what it is. 

I LOVE HIM. 

I do have a fear of telling him. 

Even saying it, I think he might just flee. 

But someday soon, I will utter it in his ears. 

Breathe it past him and give a sly smile. 

I don't care if he doesn't chase me. 

As long as I have my dream, I will be okay.

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