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GUESS WHICH ONE IS MY BOYFRIEND
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posted by Not your goddess @ 4:51 AM
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Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Me and the rest of us commoners
Aah, not to forget all the lovely people, who are just like me, somewhere in their lives, not quite sure wheather it's the right place, wheather there is something better out there or wheather, maybe, we're just extremely lucky to be where we are.
I have always had a slight problem with decision-making. I tend to go with the flow, take things as they come, and it's usually taken me places, physically and mentally, where I've been quite content.
Like, I moved from the Clake to Denmark (of all places), because I got into a school that I applied for because I thought I better apply for something. Then after that, I decided to move to London because that's where the jobs are. Now that I've met dear Spikey, and we are getting along quite well, I'm thinking wheather I'm here to stay, or wheather I should exercise my right to have a free will and embark on a mission to make him fall in love with the Clake, the land of madness and glory. Maybe it's just the prospect of the grey and gritty London winter that's deflating my bubble, or maybe it's soon time to move on. In my own style, I think I'll give it a few months and see what my guts are telling me around new-year's.
Oh but this was supposed to be about me and those like me, not some heart-searching quest for the meaning of life... I guess what sparked all that is the fact that I'm starting to miss those guys, my lovely friends and family, more than I have before, and the short holidays home do nothing but increase that feeling. It's just not enough.
I have always had a slight problem with decision-making. I tend to go with the flow, take things as they come, and it's usually taken me places, physically and mentally, where I've been quite content.
Like, I moved from the Clake to Denmark (of all places), because I got into a school that I applied for because I thought I better apply for something. Then after that, I decided to move to London because that's where the jobs are. Now that I've met dear Spikey, and we are getting along quite well, I'm thinking wheather I'm here to stay, or wheather I should exercise my right to have a free will and embark on a mission to make him fall in love with the Clake, the land of madness and glory. Maybe it's just the prospect of the grey and gritty London winter that's deflating my bubble, or maybe it's soon time to move on. In my own style, I think I'll give it a few months and see what my guts are telling me around new-year's.
Oh but this was supposed to be about me and those like me, not some heart-searching quest for the meaning of life... I guess what sparked all that is the fact that I'm starting to miss those guys, my lovely friends and family, more than I have before, and the short holidays home do nothing but increase that feeling. It's just not enough.
posted by Not your goddess @ 4:41 AM
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Thursday, September 22, 2005
The famous people and I...
(said in the voice of Queen Margaret of Denmark)
I took a trip to the Clake and it all started swell. After a bit of searching, I finally found the passport control and went through the motions. Prayed they wouldn't confiscate my crocheting hook, but then thought of the headlines: Plane hi-jacked with crocheting hook... Maybe not likely to happen. So I got through and when I picked up my bag from the scanner, who do you think I spotted from the corner of my eye? Only one of the most famous architects in the world. Immediately thought of asking her for a job, but quickly remembered that she's infamous for screaming at people, throwing coffee over drawings and sending models flying across the room. Got away still alive, thanks to my quick thinking.
The few days I had away went by, did a lot of the usual stuff, hung out in cafes, visited friends, went out on the town... the routine. Bumped into Paul Auster and his wife, Siri Hustvedt, at the Timber Hut. Forgot to say hi. Then shared the dance floor with Bjork's daughter-in-law.
Time to head back, get down to the nitty gritty, no more holiday this time. Shared a plane with the Clake's most famous scientist, the one with all the DNA. Had enough of all these famous people, such a drag, feel much better stuck in my seat, glued to the computer, slaving away at schedules, lists, area calcs and all the other goodies. yeah. save me.
I took a trip to the Clake and it all started swell. After a bit of searching, I finally found the passport control and went through the motions. Prayed they wouldn't confiscate my crocheting hook, but then thought of the headlines: Plane hi-jacked with crocheting hook... Maybe not likely to happen. So I got through and when I picked up my bag from the scanner, who do you think I spotted from the corner of my eye? Only one of the most famous architects in the world. Immediately thought of asking her for a job, but quickly remembered that she's infamous for screaming at people, throwing coffee over drawings and sending models flying across the room. Got away still alive, thanks to my quick thinking.
The few days I had away went by, did a lot of the usual stuff, hung out in cafes, visited friends, went out on the town... the routine. Bumped into Paul Auster and his wife, Siri Hustvedt, at the Timber Hut. Forgot to say hi. Then shared the dance floor with Bjork's daughter-in-law.
Time to head back, get down to the nitty gritty, no more holiday this time. Shared a plane with the Clake's most famous scientist, the one with all the DNA. Had enough of all these famous people, such a drag, feel much better stuck in my seat, glued to the computer, slaving away at schedules, lists, area calcs and all the other goodies. yeah. save me.
posted by Not your goddess @ 2:09 PM
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005
back by popular demand
well well well... what's been going on since last...? Well, not much really, just been carrying on with work, luuuv and life... ups and downs and just the same old, so I thought I'd spare you. But, today I thought "what the hell, why not write down a few lines?"
So I strolled down the highstreet looking for a suitably stylish cafe, thought I found one and sat down to order a latte. Felt I looked rather intellectual there, writing depressed comments about my life in a little red book, which from a distance could resemble leather (Smythson of course). Just as, from a distance, I could resemble a career woman, someone in control, having all the answers... from a far distance. As the tone suggests, it all became really rather depressing, so I thought I'd spare you, kept the depressed thoughts in the red book and went shopping instead. Just like any woman in control would. Then I went home and dyed my hair. Cause I'm going on holiday, yee-hay yee-hay yeeee... for 4 days back home. yee-hay
So I strolled down the highstreet looking for a suitably stylish cafe, thought I found one and sat down to order a latte. Felt I looked rather intellectual there, writing depressed comments about my life in a little red book, which from a distance could resemble leather (Smythson of course). Just as, from a distance, I could resemble a career woman, someone in control, having all the answers... from a far distance. As the tone suggests, it all became really rather depressing, so I thought I'd spare you, kept the depressed thoughts in the red book and went shopping instead. Just like any woman in control would. Then I went home and dyed my hair. Cause I'm going on holiday, yee-hay yee-hay yeeee... for 4 days back home. yee-hay
posted by Not your goddess @ 6:21 AM
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