How is it that such a short day can seem so long? I didn't even get up till noon. Granted, I didn't get to bed till 5, either, but still. It's only been 15 hours. Maybe I'm getting old, I used to be able to stay up for more then 24 hours, and even then I didn't yawn like I'm doing now.
Picking my nephew up was actually okay. He still talks my ears off, and he does get a bit overgeared (like all children do), but he didn't get on my nerves, and he behaved very well.
And my sister got her new sofas, so she's happy. Finally enough seats for more then 2 people and the dog.
Might be working a bit tomorrow. Depending on how busy it is. Definitely doing house stuff. My fingers are itching to do that. And I need laundry detergent. And cat stuff. And a couple of other things. Yeah, I'm trying to convey I have to do some shopping. Maybe I can find something to save my hair, too. It's going to revolt if it doesn't get cut, soon. No matter how long I want it to be this time, it's in desperate need of a trim. And honestly, last time it was cut was 11 months ago. Aka way too long. And yes, I'm aware I obsess over my hair, but I love it. End of story.
And now. Bedtime. Night guys.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
As Sand In The Hourglass
Okay, done with the pity-party. I'm not dying. I'll be fine. I almost already am. I'm bitter at the world, but there's a new day tomorrow. A new day is a new chance to improve. And tomorrow will be filled with consoling, I don't have the option of being depressed.
Life goes on. And it's not like I wasn't used to the indifference, before. I can get used to it again.
Life goes on. And it's not like I wasn't used to the indifference, before. I can get used to it again.
Untitled... For Once.
Ugh, my head feels way too big. Not thinking just wasn't an option last night. So tired.
I really want to put the logic-hat on and not be sad, but even the results the logic-hat comes up with makes me sad. Despite everything, I got to be happy for awhile. I guess that's reassuring? I was starting to doubt I was able to. I was honestly starting to doubt I was capable of really feeling anything at all, and out of nowhere, here was a person who made me happy. Now I don't have that anymore, and that's pretty devastating.
Idiotic, isn't it? Getting so sad over this. Especially when I saw it coming a mile away. I just chose to ignore the inevitable, and be happy for a little while longer. For a while I had something to look forward to, something to enjoy, something that actually made me smile. Simple little things.. I've always liked the little things in life, the most. How a person would smile. How their laugh sounded. How they moved, or had little habits they didn't even notice they had.
And the simple little things is what I'll miss. Some things more then others. Sleeping next to him. That little snoring sound he makes, when he turns over in his sleep. Waking up unable to move cause his legs were completely tangled up with mine. That look he'd send me when I was being a brat. The "yes, but no" type comments. I'll miss those things.
And it probably sounds all wrong. Like it's more then it is. I've come to care about a person so different from everything I know, and letting go of a lot of the things I've grown fond of about him, is flat out no fun. I hate it. And all I really want to do is curl up in his arms and being surrounded by his smell, cause that's become a comfort to me. No matter how bad an idea it probably is. He'd even point out how bad an idea it is if I brought it up.
Back to handling things the only way I know how to; staying busy.
I really want to put the logic-hat on and not be sad, but even the results the logic-hat comes up with makes me sad. Despite everything, I got to be happy for awhile. I guess that's reassuring? I was starting to doubt I was able to. I was honestly starting to doubt I was capable of really feeling anything at all, and out of nowhere, here was a person who made me happy. Now I don't have that anymore, and that's pretty devastating.
Idiotic, isn't it? Getting so sad over this. Especially when I saw it coming a mile away. I just chose to ignore the inevitable, and be happy for a little while longer. For a while I had something to look forward to, something to enjoy, something that actually made me smile. Simple little things.. I've always liked the little things in life, the most. How a person would smile. How their laugh sounded. How they moved, or had little habits they didn't even notice they had.
And the simple little things is what I'll miss. Some things more then others. Sleeping next to him. That little snoring sound he makes, when he turns over in his sleep. Waking up unable to move cause his legs were completely tangled up with mine. That look he'd send me when I was being a brat. The "yes, but no" type comments. I'll miss those things.
And it probably sounds all wrong. Like it's more then it is. I've come to care about a person so different from everything I know, and letting go of a lot of the things I've grown fond of about him, is flat out no fun. I hate it. And all I really want to do is curl up in his arms and being surrounded by his smell, cause that's become a comfort to me. No matter how bad an idea it probably is. He'd even point out how bad an idea it is if I brought it up.
Back to handling things the only way I know how to; staying busy.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Emotionally Exhausted
I've come to a point where I don't know if it's worth it to hold on to my self respect. My sin, I guess, is pride. I've never been one to back down when I feel I've been wronged. If I don't stand up for myself, then who will? It's a matter of selfrespect. Of being able to live with myself as a person. And I can't do that if I feel walked all over, and do nothing about it.
A lot of the time, I can just hold my head high and ignore it, laugh it off. But if it's repetitive, or I go unacknowledged, I get angry. With anger comes stubborness, and with that, the pride. And what if I chose to not stand up for myself? I would surely get along with a lot of people, a lot better. They wouldn't run into this hardheaded proud bitch who won't take crap from anyone. Maybe I wouldn't chase them off. Maybe I'd just learn to bow my head and surrender to their will. That might even be good for my control issues.
It seems it's the male way of thinking, that my way can't cooperate with. And how many friends haven't I lost because of it? Because I won't bow. And it scares me shitless that I always end up left behind or utterly disappointed. Apparently, I just can't function in male company. In any way. Not even deeply rooted friendships can last, when I'm part of it. So I give up, I'm just not made out for it, and I really can't take another goodbye right now.
Every time I learn to trust someone, it takes them a total of ten seconds to ruin it, and make it all seem my fault. It's always my fault, somehow.. A person can only bear to hear that a number of times, before it starts gnawing and hurting and eating away at you.
I only have one me, and that me isn't very strong underneath, so I have to protect it the best I can. By standing up for it. Because that's what I do. I protect me, I protect my family, I protect my friends and my moral beliefs. That's where my value lies. So no matter how tempting it might seem to just let my integrity go, I won't. It's all I have.
A lot of the time, I can just hold my head high and ignore it, laugh it off. But if it's repetitive, or I go unacknowledged, I get angry. With anger comes stubborness, and with that, the pride. And what if I chose to not stand up for myself? I would surely get along with a lot of people, a lot better. They wouldn't run into this hardheaded proud bitch who won't take crap from anyone. Maybe I wouldn't chase them off. Maybe I'd just learn to bow my head and surrender to their will. That might even be good for my control issues.
It seems it's the male way of thinking, that my way can't cooperate with. And how many friends haven't I lost because of it? Because I won't bow. And it scares me shitless that I always end up left behind or utterly disappointed. Apparently, I just can't function in male company. In any way. Not even deeply rooted friendships can last, when I'm part of it. So I give up, I'm just not made out for it, and I really can't take another goodbye right now.
Every time I learn to trust someone, it takes them a total of ten seconds to ruin it, and make it all seem my fault. It's always my fault, somehow.. A person can only bear to hear that a number of times, before it starts gnawing and hurting and eating away at you.
I only have one me, and that me isn't very strong underneath, so I have to protect it the best I can. By standing up for it. Because that's what I do. I protect me, I protect my family, I protect my friends and my moral beliefs. That's where my value lies. So no matter how tempting it might seem to just let my integrity go, I won't. It's all I have.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thoughtprocess of a child abandoned.
I had a conversation with my mom today. About my biological father. I decided years ago I didn't want anything to do with him. That was, of course, a result of being completele neglected by him from the age of.. what, 3? 4? I did see him. When I walked by the park he used to sit around and get drunk in, after school, on my way to the daycare center. Not exactly the kind of person, or rather people, since he used to be around other drunks, that you bring your friends around to meet. I don't remember much, to be honest, and the few memories I have of him are blurry or completely uninteresting.
He got into financial trouble, I was told, when I was about 8, and moved away. In the beginning, he called. Occasionally. I think that lasted for a couple of months. The last time I saw him was at my sister's 19th birthday, and I was mad at him for never showing up or calling, so I didn't want to talk to him at all. He moved again, and I didn't have an address or a phonenumber to reach him at, and I didn't hear from him again.
My sister still had contact with him. I wrote several letters to him, that my sister delivered for me. I never got a response. When I was 13, I had given up hope. I didn't really remember the man anymore, my mom had gotten a boyfriend who was more of a father to me then my biological one has ever been. Or even wanted to be, judging from his actions. I stopped considering him my father. After all, apparently he didn't want me.
I had spent 4 years thinking that. Asking myself why I wasn't good enough, and what the difference was between my sister and me, since he still talked to her. The letters I wrote to him were both angry and hurt, and filled to the brim with questions of why. Not a sound. Not a word. Nothing at all. So I wrote him off, and I think he was the final straw in my mistrust. I would love to say the man has had no affect on me at all, but I know very well where my lack of trust in people come from, and he is one of the two names, both names belonging to people in my family, that I would mention.
When I was 16, my sister had spent christmas with him. Usually, we don't talk about him. I don't see a reason to, I've even requested people call him by name if they have to mention him, and not call him my father. He isn't, to me. But that christmas, he had wanted her to say something to me, and my sister had the decency to ask if I wanted to hear it. I declined. I didn't have a need to rip all that up, after spending years working on my trust issues, which are still not gone today. She respected my wish, and the topic wasn't brought up till months later, where she asked me to please hear it for her sake, and then if I still didn't want anything to do with it, she wouldn't bring it up again. I agreed, for her. I love my sister, and I know how much it pains her there's no bond between he and I.
The message was that he wanted to take up contact again. And I spent a good long time considering that. Did I have questions for him that I wanted to ask, did I want to tell him how much he ruined me, how much I cried because I missed him? Did I want him in my life again?
And I decided that everything that I would want from him was a chance to let out the anger. After having done that, I would still turn my back and walk away. And I honestly didn't care that it would hurt him. But it would hurt my sister. And I don't want to inflict more pain on her. So my choice still stands, and I doubt it will ever change; I don't want to hear from him.
However. A couple of days later. I got a text on my cellphone. With an address and an open invitation. No name. I texted this person back and asked who it was, and got a response saying my father. It didn't turn out well. I got very angry that he dared to contact me after so many years, that he claimed to know where my stubborness came from, and that he even insinuated to know me the least bit like that.
The man doesn't know me. He might hear about me through my sister, but he doesn't know the least fucking thing about me.
He chose my name. And every time someone says my real name, I'm reminded of him, of how he betrayed my trust, how he ignored my pleading for so many years. Of how much he hurt me. This is why I hate my name. The name itself is fine, it's annoying to explain how to spell it every other second, but I don't mind it. It's what the name represents.
I can't talk about him without getting choked up. I hate that. I absolutely hate that he still has an effect on me like that. It makes me want to shake myself and yell at me to get the fuck over it. I don't show it a lot. It's there, but I'm not going to whine about it every other minute, I'd rather forget the man ever exsisted. But I can't completely avoid him.
I saw him on the street once. Years ago. I was with a bunch of classmates, and couldn't really react to it, but it shook me to the core, somehow, that I could run into him just like that. I always thought that, if I ran into him somewhere, I would be prepared, walk in a different direction and just ignore him. I kept my cool till I was alone that evening. He didn't see me. Or at least, I don't think he did.
Only a couple of months ago, my sister called me, to tell me about something. It was important, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Cause he was there. I heard him talking in the background. Then my sister told me about how a friend of hers had gotten jealous of me, because my sister said I was the wisest person she has ever known. The woman, who has never met me, started talking me down, and my sister defended me. And then he did the same. It might be nothing to a lot of people. To me, it is very insulting and disturbing, that a person who doesn't know me, defends me to a complete stranger. It's been a long time since I've been as emotionally disturbed as I was that night, and the following days. I was angry, I was annoyed, I was hurt, I was reminded of my childhood and a whole lot of pain, and I was so out of my mind I just wanted to be drunk for the rest of my life and never think about it again.
During the last couple of months, during my.. epiphany? about myself, I have come to the decision I want to be a happy person. I want to eliminate or shrink the things that are negative and which affects me in a negative way, cause the way I've done things so far, haven't gotten me very far. And very few months in, I see and feel it working. This is one of the things I can't eliminate. And I don't know how to shrink it. How do you attempt to erase the memory of someone who was supposed to be there throughout your whole life, throughout theirs, at least? And the hurt they inflicted?
I don't want to be the person I become when reminded of these things. This.. Needy, out of control, cold bitch, who seeks affirmation elsewhere cause she never got it where she wanted it the most. I'm not that person. I'm NOT. That person scares me, and I can't control that person. That person gets into trouble she can't handle, and leaves me to solve the problems it causes.
And even that stupid conversation earlier, about how I wouldn't go to the man's funeral unless my sister asked me to, how I wouldn't want to inherit anything from him, and how I absolutely do not want him in my life, was enough to call upon that person a little bit. To lure her out. I don't know how to control her, and the only person who used to be able to talk sense into her, is no longer in my life.
Hopefully, I'll be too busy at the café tomorrow, and caught up in the party friday, to give it much thought or action. I don't know if I can will it away, but one can try.
Wow.. so much space, so many words.. And that's just ONE childhood trauma.
He got into financial trouble, I was told, when I was about 8, and moved away. In the beginning, he called. Occasionally. I think that lasted for a couple of months. The last time I saw him was at my sister's 19th birthday, and I was mad at him for never showing up or calling, so I didn't want to talk to him at all. He moved again, and I didn't have an address or a phonenumber to reach him at, and I didn't hear from him again.
My sister still had contact with him. I wrote several letters to him, that my sister delivered for me. I never got a response. When I was 13, I had given up hope. I didn't really remember the man anymore, my mom had gotten a boyfriend who was more of a father to me then my biological one has ever been. Or even wanted to be, judging from his actions. I stopped considering him my father. After all, apparently he didn't want me.
I had spent 4 years thinking that. Asking myself why I wasn't good enough, and what the difference was between my sister and me, since he still talked to her. The letters I wrote to him were both angry and hurt, and filled to the brim with questions of why. Not a sound. Not a word. Nothing at all. So I wrote him off, and I think he was the final straw in my mistrust. I would love to say the man has had no affect on me at all, but I know very well where my lack of trust in people come from, and he is one of the two names, both names belonging to people in my family, that I would mention.
When I was 16, my sister had spent christmas with him. Usually, we don't talk about him. I don't see a reason to, I've even requested people call him by name if they have to mention him, and not call him my father. He isn't, to me. But that christmas, he had wanted her to say something to me, and my sister had the decency to ask if I wanted to hear it. I declined. I didn't have a need to rip all that up, after spending years working on my trust issues, which are still not gone today. She respected my wish, and the topic wasn't brought up till months later, where she asked me to please hear it for her sake, and then if I still didn't want anything to do with it, she wouldn't bring it up again. I agreed, for her. I love my sister, and I know how much it pains her there's no bond between he and I.
The message was that he wanted to take up contact again. And I spent a good long time considering that. Did I have questions for him that I wanted to ask, did I want to tell him how much he ruined me, how much I cried because I missed him? Did I want him in my life again?
And I decided that everything that I would want from him was a chance to let out the anger. After having done that, I would still turn my back and walk away. And I honestly didn't care that it would hurt him. But it would hurt my sister. And I don't want to inflict more pain on her. So my choice still stands, and I doubt it will ever change; I don't want to hear from him.
However. A couple of days later. I got a text on my cellphone. With an address and an open invitation. No name. I texted this person back and asked who it was, and got a response saying my father. It didn't turn out well. I got very angry that he dared to contact me after so many years, that he claimed to know where my stubborness came from, and that he even insinuated to know me the least bit like that.
The man doesn't know me. He might hear about me through my sister, but he doesn't know the least fucking thing about me.
He chose my name. And every time someone says my real name, I'm reminded of him, of how he betrayed my trust, how he ignored my pleading for so many years. Of how much he hurt me. This is why I hate my name. The name itself is fine, it's annoying to explain how to spell it every other second, but I don't mind it. It's what the name represents.
I can't talk about him without getting choked up. I hate that. I absolutely hate that he still has an effect on me like that. It makes me want to shake myself and yell at me to get the fuck over it. I don't show it a lot. It's there, but I'm not going to whine about it every other minute, I'd rather forget the man ever exsisted. But I can't completely avoid him.
I saw him on the street once. Years ago. I was with a bunch of classmates, and couldn't really react to it, but it shook me to the core, somehow, that I could run into him just like that. I always thought that, if I ran into him somewhere, I would be prepared, walk in a different direction and just ignore him. I kept my cool till I was alone that evening. He didn't see me. Or at least, I don't think he did.
Only a couple of months ago, my sister called me, to tell me about something. It was important, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Cause he was there. I heard him talking in the background. Then my sister told me about how a friend of hers had gotten jealous of me, because my sister said I was the wisest person she has ever known. The woman, who has never met me, started talking me down, and my sister defended me. And then he did the same. It might be nothing to a lot of people. To me, it is very insulting and disturbing, that a person who doesn't know me, defends me to a complete stranger. It's been a long time since I've been as emotionally disturbed as I was that night, and the following days. I was angry, I was annoyed, I was hurt, I was reminded of my childhood and a whole lot of pain, and I was so out of my mind I just wanted to be drunk for the rest of my life and never think about it again.
During the last couple of months, during my.. epiphany? about myself, I have come to the decision I want to be a happy person. I want to eliminate or shrink the things that are negative and which affects me in a negative way, cause the way I've done things so far, haven't gotten me very far. And very few months in, I see and feel it working. This is one of the things I can't eliminate. And I don't know how to shrink it. How do you attempt to erase the memory of someone who was supposed to be there throughout your whole life, throughout theirs, at least? And the hurt they inflicted?
I don't want to be the person I become when reminded of these things. This.. Needy, out of control, cold bitch, who seeks affirmation elsewhere cause she never got it where she wanted it the most. I'm not that person. I'm NOT. That person scares me, and I can't control that person. That person gets into trouble she can't handle, and leaves me to solve the problems it causes.
And even that stupid conversation earlier, about how I wouldn't go to the man's funeral unless my sister asked me to, how I wouldn't want to inherit anything from him, and how I absolutely do not want him in my life, was enough to call upon that person a little bit. To lure her out. I don't know how to control her, and the only person who used to be able to talk sense into her, is no longer in my life.
Hopefully, I'll be too busy at the café tomorrow, and caught up in the party friday, to give it much thought or action. I don't know if I can will it away, but one can try.
Wow.. so much space, so many words.. And that's just ONE childhood trauma.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Noob in training?
Ick, fuzzy in the brain. But okay, it's.. 4.09 am. Goodmorning sunshine. (Yeah, like I just got up. You know me better then that.)
Anyhow. Haven't been doing that much today. Drinking tea, gaming a little, went with mom to her doc's appointment, watching some stand-up and gaming some more. (Yes, I will become addicted. I'm slowly but surely getting there. I was counting, earlier, how long it would be till dinner was done, so I could get home and figure out the whole Abillity system.)
And then, I've been writing. Nothing that anyone will ever get to see, though. Just.. Well, smut. O.o Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Something popped up in my head and demanded to be written, it's how it works. Can't really filter the dirty stuff, it's just not as much fun for me :D
I've been thinking about the whole.. Neurotic behaviour thing. Yes, I actually do listen, and consider if stuff like that might be true. It's coming from a person who's opinion isn't tainted by years of absolutely loving and adoring me, (HAD to get that in at some point. It amused me.) and I have do admit it might hold some truth. I already know I'm very controlling. If I can control every aspect of everything, then that suits me just fine. Makes me feel safe. And I do try to control everything. Directions, actions, opinions, meanings, events and feelings. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it.
And didn't I make an agreement with myself earlier this year? That the safe shit was over. That I need to take some chances in order to enjoy my life as it should be enjoyed. And then, here I go, crapshitting the hell out of it, anyway? Frustrating to no end, is what it is.
Relax, stop dominating the situation, step back, sit down, shut up, and just go with it. Trust. Trust the people around you. Even if you're used to being the one to trust. Even if you're used to being the leader. Other people can be leaders, too, and you're strangling them. Give them time and space to breathe. And enjoy the time off. Enjoy not having to be the one who's looked at a map before going somewhere, or having checked the busroute, or keeping the number to the 24/7 doc's consult.
I managed to stop correcting everything, all the time. I still do it sometimes. But compared to before? I even mispronounce stuff, and ignore it, not correcting myself. The whole Towel thing is only for the bat's sake, I only mispronounce that around her. Slightly on purpose. I don't even proof read my blogs anymore.
I try not to be perfectionistic and to feel comfortable about it, but I don't think I'll ever get rid of the control issue, all together. I enjoy letting go, so it's stupid it's so hard for me to do so, and it takes one hell of a strong mind to knock me out of my usual role.
I'm working on it.
And I may be the only one who sees the changes, but they're there.
Anyhow. Haven't been doing that much today. Drinking tea, gaming a little, went with mom to her doc's appointment, watching some stand-up and gaming some more. (Yes, I will become addicted. I'm slowly but surely getting there. I was counting, earlier, how long it would be till dinner was done, so I could get home and figure out the whole Abillity system.)
And then, I've been writing. Nothing that anyone will ever get to see, though. Just.. Well, smut. O.o Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Something popped up in my head and demanded to be written, it's how it works. Can't really filter the dirty stuff, it's just not as much fun for me :D
I've been thinking about the whole.. Neurotic behaviour thing. Yes, I actually do listen, and consider if stuff like that might be true. It's coming from a person who's opinion isn't tainted by years of absolutely loving and adoring me, (HAD to get that in at some point. It amused me.) and I have do admit it might hold some truth. I already know I'm very controlling. If I can control every aspect of everything, then that suits me just fine. Makes me feel safe. And I do try to control everything. Directions, actions, opinions, meanings, events and feelings. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it.
And didn't I make an agreement with myself earlier this year? That the safe shit was over. That I need to take some chances in order to enjoy my life as it should be enjoyed. And then, here I go, crapshitting the hell out of it, anyway? Frustrating to no end, is what it is.
Relax, stop dominating the situation, step back, sit down, shut up, and just go with it. Trust. Trust the people around you. Even if you're used to being the one to trust. Even if you're used to being the leader. Other people can be leaders, too, and you're strangling them. Give them time and space to breathe. And enjoy the time off. Enjoy not having to be the one who's looked at a map before going somewhere, or having checked the busroute, or keeping the number to the 24/7 doc's consult.
I managed to stop correcting everything, all the time. I still do it sometimes. But compared to before? I even mispronounce stuff, and ignore it, not correcting myself. The whole Towel thing is only for the bat's sake, I only mispronounce that around her. Slightly on purpose. I don't even proof read my blogs anymore.
I try not to be perfectionistic and to feel comfortable about it, but I don't think I'll ever get rid of the control issue, all together. I enjoy letting go, so it's stupid it's so hard for me to do so, and it takes one hell of a strong mind to knock me out of my usual role.
I'm working on it.
And I may be the only one who sees the changes, but they're there.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The last step to nerdworld..
Happy birthday.
So, today has been a good day. I was really sick yesterday, and on top of a lot of fighting and discussing over the weekend, I was pretty fucking thrilled I felt good enough to see A by the end of the night. We got through another episode of True Blood, though I kind of missed the ending, like, twice. Lol. Yeah yeah, whatever, don't wanna hear about it: Don't read it.
Anyhow. Went for lunch downtown at a café, after of course pointing out my slightly psychotic controlling behaviour, just because I like knowing where I'm going. Pfft. I'm not psychotic. That much, at least. ... Fine, will try to work on that. (Ingrown behavioural patterns, point is I'm willing to try.)
I ate an omelet. Or, as much of it as I could. But I'm getting into the whole egg thing. Never really liked them before. Bacon does make everything better, though. Bit of shopping was done, and A. was splashed with water by a statue (don't even ask, but it was absolutely hilarious and unexpected!), and I was persuaded into getting WoW.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, someone finally managed to convince me to try it. Somewhat forced me, actually. Charming smiles and stunning eyes can apparently make me do almost anything ^.^
And now I'm waiting for the installation to be done, while eating my new favorite dessert. Tiramisu from my local italian place. Nom nom nom.
So, today has been a good day. I was really sick yesterday, and on top of a lot of fighting and discussing over the weekend, I was pretty fucking thrilled I felt good enough to see A by the end of the night. We got through another episode of True Blood, though I kind of missed the ending, like, twice. Lol. Yeah yeah, whatever, don't wanna hear about it: Don't read it.
Anyhow. Went for lunch downtown at a café, after of course pointing out my slightly psychotic controlling behaviour, just because I like knowing where I'm going. Pfft. I'm not psychotic. That much, at least. ... Fine, will try to work on that. (Ingrown behavioural patterns, point is I'm willing to try.)
I ate an omelet. Or, as much of it as I could. But I'm getting into the whole egg thing. Never really liked them before. Bacon does make everything better, though. Bit of shopping was done, and A. was splashed with water by a statue (don't even ask, but it was absolutely hilarious and unexpected!), and I was persuaded into getting WoW.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, someone finally managed to convince me to try it. Somewhat forced me, actually. Charming smiles and stunning eyes can apparently make me do almost anything ^.^
And now I'm waiting for the installation to be done, while eating my new favorite dessert. Tiramisu from my local italian place. Nom nom nom.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)