Wanna Be a Dog in the Next Life

[shanmonster]

Mall music singers make shitty boyfriends. I heard two shitty R&B pop songs in a shop. In the first song, he kept going on and on about how he was going to break my heart. In the next song, the guy was talking about how he read my diary.

I've been going stir-crazy lately. I want very much to go for long walks at night, but I know better than to go by myself. I miss being near a forest. I have no qualms with walking alone in a forest at night. I feel more at home in the cover or darkness with the hazards of owls and raccoons and rocks than I do on concrete with crackheads and meth addicts. At night, the city turns me into a frickin' princess in a tower. Grr.

It's a fucking gorgeous night out there tonight, but I'm sitting inside knitting because there's no one to go walking with. Bugger it all.

Edit: Livejournal is a crackhead. It thinks I'm in Montreal.

Comments

[miss-colombina.livejournal.com]

I'm so confused. I thought you were in kitchener. Isn't it safe at night? I walk in toronto at night with no problems or fears.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I'm fine with walking on the streets. But I want to walk on the unlit wooded trail that runs through the city.

[miss-colombina.livejournal.com]

oh, I couldn't do that either.. something about all the irregular shades that gives me the creeps.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I love the irregular shades. I'm not so fond of the twitchy, creepy people.

[kickadee.livejournal.com]

I love that song. And yeah I wasn't afraid to go out at night when I lived in the country. Sigh.