Explain to me how $2.47 credit on a phone card is worth 2 minutes of talk time to London but 119 minutes to Edinburgh.

Explain to me how $2.47 credit on a phone card is worth 2 minutes of talk time to London but 119 minutes to Edinburgh.
Sitting at home on a random night, caught between the comfort of your room and the stimulation of people. You once told me I could always call when I said I didn’t want to be a hypocrite, but I don’t know if that’s true anymore. It’s been a while. I wonder if you ever think about me, and if you do, whether it’s with fondness, distaste, or indifference.
By now you’ve probably figured out that I can never be the one to pick up the phone first, which is why it’s hard for me to believe we’ll ever see each other again. I wish there was a way we could just talk, and not have things get complicated, and not have to worry about you or me or anything between us.
Sometimes I think I’m strong enough, but I think of that call and that voice and the burning across my skin, and eventually I realize I’m only fooling myself. Just making excuses to see you again cause I miss you so much. I’m not yet used to the fact that I can’t share these songs, these experiences, this happiness with you, and it’s left me feeling incomplete.
Even now it feels like there was so much left unsaid. Like my words were always inadequate to the burden of my heart cause I was never able to convince you of how special you were and how much I loved you. But time is teaching me that you knew, and that nothing would ever have been enough.
Not long ago, I realized it’s not just you I can’t stop thinking about, it’s all of my past, from insignificant instances to major events. If only you weren’t one of the only things worth remembering, and I wasn’t trying so desperately to forget.
All I tend to do nowadays is tinker on the guitar or uke. It’s nice to have projects, to be able to experiment and explore and scream. Music is such a wonderful medium.
And the small rituals1 — moisturizing callouses before bed, filing nails, tuning, cleaning, adjusting the action — always bring a comforting familiarity when everything is perfect. Not to mention that wonderfully juicy feeling when hitting certain chords just right.
Ever since I left my Tai Chi studio, I’ve been looking for a hobby to throw myself into. Something just as complex and slow to master. It’s nice to feel like I’m improving myself somehow, and the best part is I don’t need a partner or a subject or anyone else.
I left the ocean cause it’s just too current. #hipster
Turns out I just ate $7 worth of chocolate. Feels like I should be going to confession about this. #guilt
I’ve been on auto-pilot.
It’s nice be able to stop thinking cause I’m on a mission to make sure everything goes well, to be able to put aside my own insecurities and nervousness for the sake of getting shit done, and be happy with the person I am when I can pull it all off.
Energy for the day, with chicken-apple sausages and the cutest single-serving bottle of Heinz ketchup.
Alayna booked me a room at the Hilton cause it’s literally a block away from the venue, and she knew I was coming from out of town. It was only John and I at the hotel that night, a little bit of privacy and peace we had together that worked to our advantage. The fact that he wasn’t nervous made me nervous, even though I knew that meant he was marrying the right one. While I wish I could have filmed the entire event, I knew my role was more important than that.
I finally got to meet his core group at the bachelor weekend, and I fucking love them. They’re amazing people1 with such intelligence and confidence and intensity, and I’m so proud that John can count them as among his closest. But I took the most pride in the fact that I was best man out of the wedding party of 16 people, as well as the only one going back to his elementary school and even high school days.
A view of City Hall, Nathan Philips Square, and John’s office in the financial district from the 27th floor. Toronto always seduces me at night.
It was great to see all of John’s family in one place; usually it’s scattered couples and kids at the cottage. Heather’s girls are growing up, and even Grandma Currie was able to make it despite the fact that she hasn’t been in good health.
The only time John choked up in the day was during in his speech at the reception, as he explained his dad’s influence on his life. When I’m commiserating with him, he always takes enough time between his words for the emotion to clear from his head, but when he was up at that podium he lost pace and the words got caught in his throat.
Reading Genesis in the Trinity College chapel at John’s old University of Toronto stomping grounds, as we wait for guests to be ushered to their pews.
It was only the second day I didn’t pick up the guitar since I got it. And while I haven’t been inspired to play every day, I’d still touch the strings at least once out of habit before going to bed. My fingers feel like they’ve already lost some flexibility, but at the same time I think the break reset some of my bad fretting habits.
Rice noodles smothered in peanut butter and soya sauce and sesame seeds. There’s so much comfort to be found in this food.
The more I come back to Toronto, the more I want to stay. I feel like there’s so much I want to leave behind in Ottawa. So many memories and emotions I’m trying to escape.
My friends are busy with their own marriages and kids, and I never see them anymore. I think moving will solve the occasional bouts of loneliness. But in the back of my head, I know it’s really my own introverted tendencies that keep me from exploring outside of my comfort zone, and I wonder if it’s my city that needs changing, or me.
Cheeks sore. Feet blistering. Great day.
Uncle Craig (John’s middle namesake) just bear-hugged me and picked me up off the ground.
The poutine bar is now open.
SO not used to being the one photographed. #selfconscious
I’ve been warned that if I drop these during the ceremony, I’m the only one allowed to pick them up. http://t.co/UfeBDje
Limo bus! http://t.co/bpNWNfK http://t.co/MnHGkdm
My goal today is to use the word boner in my speech at least once.
Why do these seats have only one arm rest? John says it’s cause people are getting fatter. #annoyingasymmetry http://t.co/xleZr37