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The Others
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This is a page devoted to the other people in my life that have effected me in one way or another... |
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Christopher MaGarrey Chris is one of the more attractive and frustrating people I know. I wish we were closer friends, but I've recently found
out that I confuse him. Apparently, he feels uncomfortable around me because he's not always sure what are "safe subjects"
to discuss with me or while in my presence. He is one of the cafe regulars, most of which I believe view me as an overbearing
tyrant who flies off the handle at the drop of a hat. This really upsets me, and also isn't the case, but I'm not sure what
I can do about it. Danny B. Dan Barnowski is the quintessential wacky madman from who knows where. He is one of the first people I met upon my return
to St. Catharines in ?1996? and up until this year, was one of my closest friends. (This is the classic story of a girl that
inadvertently comes between two friends, but I'm NOT going to get into that story.) Dan and I have drifted apart, but are
still friends; we just don't hang out much anymore... |
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Jeff Kunsman Surprise, surprise! I bet most of you didn't know that I used to be engaged!! After much deliberation, I decided that I should say a bit about Jeff. (I won't put his picture up, since I've only got a couple of him, and I don't really want his image on my site. I'll describe him for you though. He was, in 1996, 6'2", 120 lbs., with long blonde curly hair and blue eyes.) Jeff changed my life significantly. He was the first person I really loved, the person I lost my virginity to, and the person who taught me that you can never change someone; you must accept everything about them at face value. Jeff was quite a bit older than I was, six years in fact, but that's not unusual, I prefer older guys. Jeff was a very sweet guy, and loved me a lot. Jeff was also an epileptic that didn't take his medication, a hash addict (which made things really difficult, since I'm allergic to marijuana) and a chronic smoker. He did not have a stable job or any ambition in live, except to collect Pink Floyd and Syd Barrett albums. When I started my relationship with Jeff, he was really obsessed with Syd Barrett and thought he looked a bit like him, which he did. Also, when our relationship started, he was taking his epilepsy medication and smoking hash a couple times a week. I thought I could get him to quit smoking hash and cigarettes. Wow, was I ever naive! We grew very close, and loved each other very much, but soon after we became engaged, things started to fall apart. Jeff was smoking up every day and selling off the majority of his music collection and other things, including gifts I had given him, to support his habit. By the end of the relationship, he had sold off a lot of my CDs, was unemployed, had seizures a couple times a week, and thought he was the reincarnation of Syd Barrett. (Syd Barrett was the original singer and founder of Pink Floyd. He also is still alive and living with his mother in Cambridge, U.K.) In April of 1996, I gave him an ultimatum. He would come with me to St. Catharines, sign himself into a rehab, and sever contacts with his drug ties in Toronto. Of course he didn't/couldn't commit to this, and I moved back to my favourite city in May. I thank Jeff for the lessons he taught me, but am still very bitter about the loss of my 500+ CD collection!!! k luc I used to say that k luc was the most entertaining guy I've never met. Taier would regale me with the most interesting stories
about the guy. (My favourite would have to be the time Taier had to funnel feed him sugar. k luc had passed out in the most
unlikeliest of places due to his hypoglycemia). I decided, rather rashly, that I never wanted to meet him, as I'd probably
kill him. However, Taier has told me that he's changed drastically in the last few years, and since both Taier and Gil knew
him, I decided to add him to my ICQ list. Phoebe This is my circus freak runaway, sock stealing Siamese cat, Phoebe. She has helped me to realize what entertainment was like when there weren't inventions such as the television or computers. Phoebe does backkflips. Phoebe runs around that house chasing god knows what and tries to beat me up. Phoebe takes flying leap tackles at her scratching post from across the room. Phoebe leaps onto my shoulder from the floor, and yells at me when I've been away too long or haven't paid enough attention to her. Phoebe is definitely Daddy's Girl, although she pays more attention to Gil than to me when he's here. Phoebe doesn't give kisses, but she lets you know when it's time to pet her. Phoebe gives me love, and I give her food. |
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