Weeks that fly by.

As school get more demanding I try to not let myself get to distracted.

That why I got a little behind on my updates. This is my weeks haul.

Many great pieces. My girl Audrey, sent from my Girl Sophie. Sophie is the reason I came to know Elyse. We sailed around the world then lived in Montreal for a summer. She was going to Meet Elyse in Tennessee for a trip and her flight was cancelled and bags lost. Redirected through Chicago so she sent me 2 postcards this week. Hopefully we can go one day and see the city.

The top orange one is from Anja. Surprise Anja is my mystery pen pal from 2 entries ago. I can't wait to get the set of men in my mail box.

The blue one came from Natasha. Smooth. I could rub this on my face. (I also really like to smell velvet.) It did also help with the finger prints on my scanner.

Boy Hungry!!! Elyse has magic for finding little bits that fit my life. You know it's spring when every second person you see looks good. Oh and soon the blooms will be out. Good thing I have quit looking for love.

Lastly My final Valentine.~Erin I.~ Written on the 14th and sent from Toronto. 2 lovely lollipop bulged the envelope thick. Must have been considered a parcel since it took so long to arrive. Tree's and Deer do make hearts. My heart beats for this girl, we have only had 10 sentences and I'm sure it's gay man straight girl love.

I was up till 1AM writing away so check your mail boxes.

Off to nap on this sunny day,

Mathew John

Delayed Bliss.

It's Sunday morning and I woke up for Christmas. (even with it only being the 24 of Feb.)

I was away the last 3 days, neglecting my mail box. I knew that going and getting the mail would be better in the evening. Falling asleep to the wonder of possibilities.

The postcard up top is from Elyse. Vintage Valentines were hard to find this year. (I struggled.)

The postcard below is from Megan Brooks.

I know I don't use last names but she is like Madonna and Prince. When I am feel low call on her, mentally and physically, MEGAN-BROOKS. We met in Montreal this summer. I was her little thing she was fucked without she was my little drunk. We laughed we cried we ran around and went water sliding. We shotgunned beers.

I will forever B-yours, Miss Brooks.

Montreal is a treat for the FREE postcard. It's the way advertising works. POP comes out with the best. On the back it's a 2008 calender. For 2007 I kept one with me and circled all the days of travel. 114 was my total. A third of the year, my my. 2008 it the year of broke. Neal sent this magic, he's growing on me as a penpal.

I guess those will be it for valentines for the year. A good haul. Thank you everyone who made me one they will be cherished.

Till Monday's postbox trip,

Mathew John

Half Written.

I can’t seem to finish even writing a postcard. Even if I am waiting for someone to meet, I normally write one or two. By the time I get out my contact list and my stamp and write the date the moment is gone. My grandmother recent asked me “Mathew, are you trying to make the postman get out his glasses? You hide that address and write on every corner.” I blamed last week on finishing a paper. I have no motivation. Thursday I will drive to Saskatoon to visit my grandparents. They always provide good stories. I haven’t run out of stories… Just given up on love. My Grandparent’s are my favorite couple, I will find love again.

A lost pen pal of mine has reached out for contact. Katie S. this lovely girl who attended Mark’s show in Saskatoon. She came directly and sat down beside me. Gentle touch. One finger exploring the current of my hairs. I knew she was a good person. I had sent her my 3 pieces of mail with no response. (My rule of thumb) A little sad. Last night Mark and I watched 8 episodes The Office. He checked his Email and there it was: A friend of mine, Katie is looking for a friend of yours Mathew address. Moments like that make my days.

Back to watching the office,
Mathew John

Man I am so in love with you.

"I should explain my postcard art. It is my locket. Given to me by my Grandma. Given to her by an old boyfriend, she tells me proudly and scandously- for it was not a gift from my Grandfater- the man she loved in the end. Now my locket waits empty." ~Erin G.

Carolyn mentioned how after a break up she like to purge her life of that person. Wash the sheet and grab the garbage bag. It's interesting how Erin's Grandma would hold on to that locket for so long. As I have been informed, never give back jewelry.

Today we went and visited our good friend Bernard Callebaut. A perfect way to spend the day hanging with the best friend eating sweets. I dropped her off, in her hand was Sixteen Candles and the Notebook to be consumed. Good luck. Then my mother bought my favorite secret treat- croissant donut. Help me out of this sugar coma!!!

No eating any more chocolate...till tomorrow when it becomes half off.

Off to hide in the library,

Mathew John