Just doing the do.
Hey, it's just me, Pen, who was formerly known as beingboring21. I had to lose the 21. Let's face it, I'm never seeing 21 again. Or even 22. But let's not talk about my ever deepening crow's feet.
Instead, we should talk about the lovely scarlettfish, whom I was lucky enough to have coffee and shopping with this week. Steph has self control! She doesn't have to buy stuff! It was quite strange for a sick shopping nut like myself to see. My credit card hopes I find it inspirational. Although I do love the mid calf length black pleated skirt I bought. I swanned around in it at work today, quietly convinced I looked like something out of Prada Spring/Summer 04. At least my delusions are delusions of grandeur ::loves that line::
Steph's hair looks awesome, btw. Dark and sexy like some dark and sexy thing.
I went to the funeral of one of the guys who died in the boat accident on Friday. It was... the funeral of someone who died way too young, but (and this is a strange thing to say, I realise) the musical choices were inspired. The service began with Enter Sandman, continued with Nothing Else Matters and the casket was carried out to Come As You Are. They were exactly the right songs for that moment. Funerals are so ceremonial and overwhelming, and they were playing on headphones in your bedroom when you're angry about something songs, just so personal. Or at least, not personal to me, and I know everyone owns Nevermind and, er, that Metallica album (ok, I don't own either of them, but you see my point), but they're kind of intimate songs.
I got drunk at the wake. Quite a few of us did. It was at Castle Hill Tavern. I can't explain Castle Hill Tavern. It's the only place I know that's entirely appropriate for a wake and a foam party.
Hmm. Not a classic LJ entry. Sorry.
Instead, we should talk about the lovely scarlettfish, whom I was lucky enough to have coffee and shopping with this week. Steph has self control! She doesn't have to buy stuff! It was quite strange for a sick shopping nut like myself to see. My credit card hopes I find it inspirational. Although I do love the mid calf length black pleated skirt I bought. I swanned around in it at work today, quietly convinced I looked like something out of Prada Spring/Summer 04. At least my delusions are delusions of grandeur ::loves that line::
Steph's hair looks awesome, btw. Dark and sexy like some dark and sexy thing.
I went to the funeral of one of the guys who died in the boat accident on Friday. It was... the funeral of someone who died way too young, but (and this is a strange thing to say, I realise) the musical choices were inspired. The service began with Enter Sandman, continued with Nothing Else Matters and the casket was carried out to Come As You Are. They were exactly the right songs for that moment. Funerals are so ceremonial and overwhelming, and they were playing on headphones in your bedroom when you're angry about something songs, just so personal. Or at least, not personal to me, and I know everyone owns Nevermind and, er, that Metallica album (ok, I don't own either of them, but you see my point), but they're kind of intimate songs.
I got drunk at the wake. Quite a few of us did. It was at Castle Hill Tavern. I can't explain Castle Hill Tavern. It's the only place I know that's entirely appropriate for a wake and a foam party.
Hmm. Not a classic LJ entry. Sorry.