Sometimes when i'm driving i try to imagine what crashing would be like. Would i feel a sense of relief at the last minute? Like; now i no longer have to worry about whether i'm making the right choices?

Another way could be to make all the wrong ones. then i could be confident in knowing that at least i know what i'm doing. it's scarier trying to hit the target than trying to miss.

bonjour! i'm writing from the centre of montreal. city of luv. i'm visiting friends who are on tour here... and also going to attend a wedding of some dear friends from toronto. (actually, the sax player from optimist party). they are a couple that make so much sense, and i know i'm going to be bawling my eyeballs out at the wedding.... better not wear much makeup!!

heading home tomorrow to band rehearsals and the regular life again... if there's such thing.