yeah. should we go clubbing? but where do we get decent clubs? i don't know no one who plays golf. i have a large bike pump that might work.
I've got a pump. The right one. I have no idea where the left one went.
Oooh. I know golf. I used to be really good at it.
I hate that f--king sport.
Very good whether tidy ending or constructive beginning.
Even easier today. Kinda light hearted, much less nervousness than yesterday, lot of joking around. I felt great, losing a few pounds over last week, wearing my best jeans with a slimming effect, a leisurly but darn cute shirt from India, my hair done perfectly but not ostensibly, ever so light makeup... was definitely being checked out today. haha. left things open ("See ya 'round'). Choked a little when the Monster hugged me for goodbye - he always does that, silly bastard, the kisses and hugs, but I was very brave and showed no weakness. Sadness lasted but one minute, much less than yesterday, and generally I can't imagine ever going back to him. I think. Oh well, in any case, after I come back from Vienna I am almost certain we can hang and maybe progressively really become friends without much baggage from the past.
When are you going to Vienna?
Dammit, I booked your going away party in September.
Check back into A2K, I'll let you know if it was a good time.
awww, i feel honored. but who will scoop your drunken madly babbling self from the nasty sticky floor if i'm not there?
this guy, i'm guessing...
dagmaraka wrote:awww, i feel honored. but who will scoop your drunken madly babbling self from the nasty sticky floor if i'm not there?
Some other babbling drunken woman. And her breath will reek of beer.
you're right. littlek will still be around. hope you don't forget me in the midst of wild celebrating!
World travel and professional success do wonders for the female ego.
Hold your dominion.
got it! by its ears! it won't move a goddamned inch until i drop dead!
Why just female, huh? HUH?
Oh, that's right, because women belong barefoot in the kitchen baking pies.
damn straight, they do. sigh, i wish i could undo all my unnecessary overeducation and turn back the time some century and a half. i'd be happy as a clam, just crocheting, singing by the piano, riding horses, and sitting modestly at exquisite dinners, making polite smalltalk.
Think of the fools you'd be talking to!
Hold!
Think of the fools you're talking to now (noddy excepted, of course)...
musn't grumble. there are worse things in the world. say, genocide in darfur...
No no, I am not back in the singles club this time. I am, however bummed out, no matter how I try to reason against it. The Monster got engaged. At least he mustered enough courage to tell me himself, which is really big of him. I know I was unhappy, he was unhappy, it was already a year ago....but I still can't help feeling like a failure of some sort. Not rationally, that I have all processed and figured out. Just depressed and tired and empty, even though we hardly even keep in touch. I guess that's how it goes with the ex-es, especially if they were around for 8 years throughout the most of one's twenties... Tfooey, plague on him and his house! nah, i don't mean that. just wanted to sigh out loud and move on...
