I go through these periods where all I eat are eggs and ask people if they’ve ever broken a bone in their body: Oh, really? What bone? Oh, really? How’d you break that one?
Out of body conversations. &: WHAT THE CHRIST IS GOING ON WITH MY SKIN? I’ve treated it with nothing but cleanser, stress and methods of self medication: IT SHOULD BE FINE.
I also have a crush on someone who shares my heritage (which would really help me). He graciously remembered my name after more than two years, even though I honestly don’t ever remember giving it to him. Smiled when he said it. Always a good sign when someone beams as they confirm your name. I’ve been advised to go for it, so as not to waste my time. I actually only ever remember talking to him on one other occasion--which is, all told, a bit weird. It's the connection thing. When do these things ever work out? Like: EVER? & sorry, I just used all my intelligence in a two hour long distance phone conversation. Sorry to bring you to complaint.
Also to mention that this is actually really irritating me. I’d really prefer to know who has a crush on me. It’s always good to know. It’s always better to know. I can't hold my tongue, why can other people? What is wrong with people? I must be ugly again. Again. Foresight! God. no. I AM ugly. I have drunkenly ranted about it before & I'm fully convinced of it now, at this second. And probably tomorrow as well. I'm dropping my lime on the table; it'll probably land next to a glass.
I'm just fawning. Maybe I want sweaty palms. Or maybe I just want to do feminist readings on things as they happen. Here I come, all glow and secret thoughts, again. I had a Cajun chicken wrap at the George and Dragon with my double gin tonight; it was totally unprecedented. I also found a dog endearing. It was probably the way it got itself stuck in a fence, though. That actually says everything you'd ever need or want to know about me (except you'd probably also need to know that I'm ugly), so I will leave you and go to bed: it whimpered, on and off. Coffee will be emotionally brilliant tomorrow. Everything depends on room for cream, to be WCW about it.
Posted by caroline at April 11, 2005 3:11 AM