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i wish i was born on a pirate's ship.
i love pirates.

i had a number of nice surprises this evening. i came home and was feeling quite confused and perplexed. it was so nice out that i thought it would do me some good to take a walk, have some fresh air and sort out my thoughts. i did this random walk around my neigbourhood then round the memorial centre. as i walked up to my house i heard the faint sound of someone calling my name. i thought "hm, who would be calling my name in this neighbourhood?" none of my friends life close by, so i kind of thought i was hearing things. when i turned around, i saw two little people way on the other end of york street and realized it was rhonda & isaac! very cool! isaac takes skating lessons at the m centre on wednesday evenings. he invited me to come watch him skate, it was fun and i had an enjoyable visit with little r. i realized, its been 14 years since i've been in the area at the memorial centre. it was smaller and more ghetto than i remembered. however, considering it was built as a memorial for those who served and died in the world wars, i'm anti-tearing it down.

when i got home, i was starting dinner when melissa called and suggested we go out for a coffee. i'd been looking forward to the evening in, so i invited her over here for a cup of tea. she just left. it was lovely to have her. and i'm ever so much enjoying becoming more comfortable with having guests. maintaining a tidy house really helps! once i conquer my phobias about been a poor host, i'll work on being more prepared for impromptu visits.

today i got wrestling with my notion of coincidence. i've been discovering that i'm a bit of a fatalist. i didn't know it because i didn't know such a thing existed (therefore, i find that very interesting to think there are words i don't know yet, things that i am or could be if i knew the definition of them. hm). regardless of my fatalist mentality, i've concluded, that not everything necessarily has some kind of cosmological significance. sometimes things just happen, and there's no specific reason for them. they just do. i suppose i need to find the best way of coping with these events and not read into them as some sort of sign.

i know i could turn to something other than you,
'cause i don't understand you and why you're after me.