So, I went on a road trip to Niagra Falls yesterday. As much as I attempt to be "cultured" (Is it culture if I self-impose it on my white-ass?), I am quite oblivious to my own nation. Yesterday was my first time visiting Niagra Falls. I was overcome by the beauty of it. It was fan-freakin'-tastic! Simply the sound of the falls was breath-taking, although my flatmates and friends gave me funny looks when I closed my eyes to just listen to it. Non-falls best time: going to the arcade where I fueled my pinball obsession for an hour or two. (I lose track of time when the pinball grabs a hold of me.) They had like 8 different pinball machines! I was in pinball heaven. I spent the majority of my time on the Twilight Zone pinball machine, though the SuperMario pinball was good as well.

I miss just picking up and going somewhere. My friend Karen and I will often just start driving and I miss that. I needed to get out of the 'loo. It is strange how a house can accumulate so many memories worthy of forgetting in 8 months. I'm not saying that I'd like to forget everything that has happened, but sometimes, if I stand a certain way, or say certain thing, or stand in my kitchen doing nothing ... I wince. Often I find myself envisioning myself laying on my back with these disfigured memories trying to smother me, and I have to kick them off with as much force as I have available. Sometimes, I am too tired to kick and I break down. But I'm a dangerous woman and more often than not my legs let me kick off and run to the car, for a road trip.

Added a "Guilty Pleasures" section, that you can either make fun of me for or agree with me. They may be things like todays, things which I'm ashamed of, or they may be things like a new flavour of ice cream, or the way I stare unabashedly at his back when he isn't looking. (He doesn't mind, trust me. ;)) Feel free to share.