Random thoughts on a non-baseball day
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darkluna(Yeah, I know the NL is playing, but with the Cubbies out, I don't care about them until the end.)
I bought laundry detergent especially for dark clothes. This is the Most Brilliant Thing EVAH.
Well, until I find something more brilliant.
I read all of Louise Rennison's books in quick succession and can't keep the Britishisms out of my daily conversation. How sad is that? I love to say "snogging." If you're kissing right, it should be as dirty as that sounds.
All the praying I will be doing in the next month will center on Massachusetts. Oh, god, let Kerry win. Oh, god, let the Red Sox win.
My "fish without a bicycle" entry should not be read as me giving up on finding twu wub, serious like, a good shag, or any combination thereof. It just means I realized that my mental energy is better spent other ways. I've always kind of felt that actually going out and looking--forcing the hand of fate, as it were--is not a good idea, but in the past my impatience has gotten the better of me, and I've looked anyway. Keeping an eye out in case some lovely walks by me isn't cheating, but posting on dating sites is. (Besides, I think we have covered the quality of the boys one finds that way, my lovely buddy BassPlayingBoy excepted, of course.) As Susan Gilman says, we should shop for a mate with the same discrimination we use when we shop for clothes. I hate to shop and will only do it if I know exactly what I'm looking for. And I'll only buy something if it fits me and I adore it.
So I plan to spend less time wondering why my boy isn't here yet and more time doing useful things. And no time at all prowling around in seach of him in real life or online. Because of a combination of:
a. It doesn't work anyway
b. That counts as forcing the hand of fate and feels counterproductive
c. I can no longer be arsed to make that much effort
d. I may be ready, but he may not be
e. I may not be as ready as I think
I bought laundry detergent especially for dark clothes. This is the Most Brilliant Thing EVAH.
Well, until I find something more brilliant.
I read all of Louise Rennison's books in quick succession and can't keep the Britishisms out of my daily conversation. How sad is that? I love to say "snogging." If you're kissing right, it should be as dirty as that sounds.
All the praying I will be doing in the next month will center on Massachusetts. Oh, god, let Kerry win. Oh, god, let the Red Sox win.
My "fish without a bicycle" entry should not be read as me giving up on finding twu wub, serious like, a good shag, or any combination thereof. It just means I realized that my mental energy is better spent other ways. I've always kind of felt that actually going out and looking--forcing the hand of fate, as it were--is not a good idea, but in the past my impatience has gotten the better of me, and I've looked anyway. Keeping an eye out in case some lovely walks by me isn't cheating, but posting on dating sites is. (Besides, I think we have covered the quality of the boys one finds that way, my lovely buddy BassPlayingBoy excepted, of course.) As Susan Gilman says, we should shop for a mate with the same discrimination we use when we shop for clothes. I hate to shop and will only do it if I know exactly what I'm looking for. And I'll only buy something if it fits me and I adore it.
So I plan to spend less time wondering why my boy isn't here yet and more time doing useful things. And no time at all prowling around in seach of him in real life or online. Because of a combination of:
a. It doesn't work anyway
b. That counts as forcing the hand of fate and feels counterproductive
c. I can no longer be arsed to make that much effort
d. I may be ready, but he may not be
e. I may not be as ready as I think
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:54 am (UTC)and if I DO buy something that isn't "Perfect" it gets worn twice then sits in the closet (or crumpled under the bed) unloved and induces aggravation and self annoyance each time it is seen or remembered until eventually it is pawned off on somebody else or thrown out with the trash.
Yeah, that can 'splain boys pretty well too.
hey, wait, not fair. Clothes are easier cause the item that doesn't exist in real life can still be made per order. :(
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Date: 2004-10-08 10:06 am (UTC)But it sure would be nice if I could go phone some cosmic order-taker and say "One guitarist boy: long dark hair, more pretty than handsome, taller than me, IQ at least 140, goofy sense of humor, good taste in music, please."
I bet all of those would be sold out, though.