oh the things we do....
i miss my family... already....
i have become a shut-in, anti-social, leper (not leprichaun). I am emerging, now, but only just a little, like an alligator poking it's eye balls above the murkey water to see wuz-zup. anyhoo... Finally saw Bees and Erin again! they are so lovely! Erin looks like snow white now, with her new hair! And Bees and I are neighbours! well, practically. She's almost a full fledged bo-ho, except that her english accent, even from Grimsby, makes her far too classy a lass for Bowness. yes, i may be speaking jibberish right now....
Jess had a party, and I made brownies, and got drunk off wine, and had a good time, and bonded with Gretchen the cat, who has the cutest cutey cute cute toe hair! so cute! oh Gretchen, you know not your beauty! ...right...
uuumm... i'm pretty sure Dawn and Kelly have left me in the back closet of their lives with the over due recycling and old dusty linens.. perhaps this is a well deserved punishment for my mis- behaviour....
Christmas eve is ruined! no it's not, actualy, but plans changed again... is it rude to invite yourself to christmas dinners at the last minute, when you promised to be present at other christmas eve dinners, but had to change plans because of someone elses real life tragedies? I'll just bring some wine then...
as for the boy.... i think i am currently suffering from what i have dubbed Lisa Syndrome (not because of Lisa per se, but because a person named Lisa pointed said syndrome out, having lived through it herself...) Lisa syndrome is essesntially this: One is stuck in a relationship that, while fullfilling all the appropriate requisites, still lacks that special "whatever". The boy fills the appropriate boxes (coloured in full, with a #2 pencil) but there's just no spark, or whatever. He sang a song on my voice mail, a full song, and played guitar and everything. girls are supposed to fall for that, aren't they? maybe i'm broken. well, yes, i'm definately a little cracked, but still functional. really. ask frenchie. essentially, i'm an aries, and want everything to be a challenge, and when things are easy i make them difficult, so at the end of it all i can roar in triumph, or do that great "i just climbed all these stairs" dance from Rocky. yes. but, then again, things unfold however they do, and it will be what it will be, which is my way of completely ignoring the problem, because in the end, i'm pretty sure i wont be the one most hurt. which, yes indeed, makes me a bad person.
on the career front, looking into being a baggage handler at the airport. there is apparently a grave shortage of said luggage engineers, and the position is rumoured to be quite lucritive.... indeed!
more to come soon!
XOXOXOXOX
i have become a shut-in, anti-social, leper (not leprichaun). I am emerging, now, but only just a little, like an alligator poking it's eye balls above the murkey water to see wuz-zup. anyhoo... Finally saw Bees and Erin again! they are so lovely! Erin looks like snow white now, with her new hair! And Bees and I are neighbours! well, practically. She's almost a full fledged bo-ho, except that her english accent, even from Grimsby, makes her far too classy a lass for Bowness. yes, i may be speaking jibberish right now....
Jess had a party, and I made brownies, and got drunk off wine, and had a good time, and bonded with Gretchen the cat, who has the cutest cutey cute cute toe hair! so cute! oh Gretchen, you know not your beauty! ...right...
uuumm... i'm pretty sure Dawn and Kelly have left me in the back closet of their lives with the over due recycling and old dusty linens.. perhaps this is a well deserved punishment for my mis- behaviour....
Christmas eve is ruined! no it's not, actualy, but plans changed again... is it rude to invite yourself to christmas dinners at the last minute, when you promised to be present at other christmas eve dinners, but had to change plans because of someone elses real life tragedies? I'll just bring some wine then...
as for the boy.... i think i am currently suffering from what i have dubbed Lisa Syndrome (not because of Lisa per se, but because a person named Lisa pointed said syndrome out, having lived through it herself...) Lisa syndrome is essesntially this: One is stuck in a relationship that, while fullfilling all the appropriate requisites, still lacks that special "whatever". The boy fills the appropriate boxes (coloured in full, with a #2 pencil) but there's just no spark, or whatever. He sang a song on my voice mail, a full song, and played guitar and everything. girls are supposed to fall for that, aren't they? maybe i'm broken. well, yes, i'm definately a little cracked, but still functional. really. ask frenchie. essentially, i'm an aries, and want everything to be a challenge, and when things are easy i make them difficult, so at the end of it all i can roar in triumph, or do that great "i just climbed all these stairs" dance from Rocky. yes. but, then again, things unfold however they do, and it will be what it will be, which is my way of completely ignoring the problem, because in the end, i'm pretty sure i wont be the one most hurt. which, yes indeed, makes me a bad person.
on the career front, looking into being a baggage handler at the airport. there is apparently a grave shortage of said luggage engineers, and the position is rumoured to be quite lucritive.... indeed!
more to come soon!
XOXOXOXOX
posted by mercurysmile at 11:37 PM
1 Comments:
He sang you song on your voie message. Come on give him some props for that. I am sorry not to around mocu lately. We used to have such fun. Oh it seems like years ago.
Mr. Brown
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