it's the turn of the year, and I'm at home. No, I'm not ill or anything. I just couldn't be arsed to force myself to do anything tonight. it's not like this is any different friday night.. maybe just more fireworks than usually ;o)
didn't have the funds to go down and be with M, but somehow she's always there, in a way. talked to her in the afternoon and she didn't sound like she was up to much, either. somehow that does make us closer...
someone who's been far away for a long time told me he's moving again. he does that in a veritable speed of light now. 1,5 hours to pack everything... and then some from a to b and the unpacking he manages after that as well. he basically moves faster than I take a shower, as if it's all the same to him where he is... as long as it's fast and painless.
reminds me of a shared house of 3 guys I know. the longest time takes C there to pack all his guitars and musical equipment, and the rest of his 2 shirts he just crumbs into some boxes and off he is. the I-fella starts half an hour before the supposed pick-up time of his life. when the others arrive, he's still throwing stuff into big trash bags because he forgot to collect proper boxes.
hah! another one. P's a guy I enchanted on some lurvely NYE, the 99/00 one. we were all at a party down south of the state and there was I, in some grand midnight blue linnen dress. think breakfast at tiffany's. that's back in the time when I still had curves only where they're supposed to be, right. *chuckles* so there's P, a fella I'd seen before, and I just grin at him and think *c'mere, bad boy*, which he does after 15 mins. we talk for like 20 seconds, before massive necking, groping and snoggin' takes place. this manner continues untill someone starts to call for the bomb-throwing and lights-launching to finally start, what with everyone knocking back champagne all night anyhow. they manage to light it all up in approximately 5 minutes before they remember there's still a hidden stash of alcohol back inside they must gulp down immediately. so everyone back inside and since we had to go back out onto the balcony to smoke, and back to the face-biting. 15 mins into the new millenium I jumped poor P, and it gives him the shakes every time he sees me around ahahaha
so, why am I quite content here with myself? I'd say I'd rather be in really good company (myself), than hang around out in the cold with some of my favourite complete friggin' strangers. so I can't be with someone who I'll feel comfortable and celebrating with. BFD, that's not that important.
didn't have the funds to go down and be with M, but somehow she's always there, in a way. talked to her in the afternoon and she didn't sound like she was up to much, either. somehow that does make us closer...
someone who's been far away for a long time told me he's moving again. he does that in a veritable speed of light now. 1,5 hours to pack everything... and then some from a to b and the unpacking he manages after that as well. he basically moves faster than I take a shower, as if it's all the same to him where he is... as long as it's fast and painless.
reminds me of a shared house of 3 guys I know. the longest time takes C there to pack all his guitars and musical equipment, and the rest of his 2 shirts he just crumbs into some boxes and off he is. the I-fella starts half an hour before the supposed pick-up time of his life. when the others arrive, he's still throwing stuff into big trash bags because he forgot to collect proper boxes.
hah! another one. P's a guy I enchanted on some lurvely NYE, the 99/00 one. we were all at a party down south of the state and there was I, in some grand midnight blue linnen dress. think breakfast at tiffany's. that's back in the time when I still had curves only where they're supposed to be, right. *chuckles* so there's P, a fella I'd seen before, and I just grin at him and think *c'mere, bad boy*, which he does after 15 mins. we talk for like 20 seconds, before massive necking, groping and snoggin' takes place. this manner continues untill someone starts to call for the bomb-throwing and lights-launching to finally start, what with everyone knocking back champagne all night anyhow. they manage to light it all up in approximately 5 minutes before they remember there's still a hidden stash of alcohol back inside they must gulp down immediately. so everyone back inside and since we had to go back out onto the balcony to smoke, and back to the face-biting. 15 mins into the new millenium I jumped poor P, and it gives him the shakes every time he sees me around ahahaha
so, why am I quite content here with myself? I'd say I'd rather be in really good company (myself), than hang around out in the cold with some of my favourite complete friggin' strangers. so I can't be with someone who I'll feel comfortable and celebrating with. BFD, that's not that important.
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