This is important.
My self-edification is going okay on the learning how to play guitar front. I've also made a couple of pairs of earrings, but otherwise I've been faring somewhat poorly this past week or so, wasting time laying around in bed staring at the velour side of my blanket and bitterly pondering the sunlight. I've watched many sunrises lately and while I appreciate and enjoy that particular blue of the sky before the sun is fully visible, it would be nice to sleep. On the mornings I give up on trying to sleep, I get up, have breakfast, check my email and read, make something or play guitar. Waking up is one of my least favorite things and I used to hate any time before noon with a passion. Now I realise that I hate afternoons instead. Mornings are productive when you don't have a hangover. Having breakfast and coffee is such a delightfully normal thing.
I actually like a lot of really normal things like legal pads and PBS. I like mugs, Rice Krispies, body wash and franks on a toasted bun. (I prefer franks microwaved over barbequed or boiled.) I hate babies and printer paper, though. I also hate people hovering around asking me dumb questions while I'm doing stuff. I sort of hate the sun, too. There's some useless information for you.
I ate dinner (pasta, wine and chocolate) at my friend Buggeh's apartment and she asked me something that made me hate her a little, but in that jovial friendly way. She was telling me about her latest love and how wonderful their brief romance was/is and asked me, "Have you ever kissed someone and felt, 'This is important'?" I bitterly replied, "NO." Because I hadn't. I wish I had. We talked for some hours and I came away feeling romantically/emotionally unaccomplished (yes, even with having a recent 2.5 yr. relationship under my belt) and vaguely empty. Otherwise, I had an great time.
The last person I kissed was a guy from a newspaper stand who gave me a free coffee whose name I think was Alex and who had a penchant for asking inappropriate questions and sticking his tongue uncomfortably far into my mouth. Which is gross, btw. Why do people even do that? Especially people with long tongues. It's just nasty and not fun. Are they trying to find something? I have a short tongue myself since I had my tongue pierced (not nearly as stretchy), so I can't and won't stick my tongue down someone's gullet. I refuse.
It's too bad that he sucked at kissing [da-da! PUNNY] though, because Alex was hot. Bad kissing is a big dis-qualifier if all other important information such as hobbies, personality and feelings about ghosts are lacking. I don't have the heart to say, "Hay. Your kisses make me feel slightly nauseated." And I know people might think, "Well, that tongue could be good for other things..." but no, because I dont like that either. Shock. Horror. I don't mind throwing someone else a bone, but, bleh - forget about it. Anyway, the coffee guy and I were not in love and it was not important. Well, he was hot. That was important. Everything else? Not so much.
It would be nice to be in love. I guess I am, but it's unrequited and likely will always be because I am romantically spineless and fragile-hearted. Correction: It would be nice to be in love with someone who thinks it matters. Maybe I would actually enjoy kissing them. Or at least I would be able to tell them to leave my tonsils alone, but preferably I would be into it.
I guess in sum, lately I've been regretting all the moments I should have done something when I didn't. All the times I wish I had said what I meant. The French have a thing called esprit d'escalier, which is the clever thing you think of saying, but only after the fact as you're on the stairs. Well, I have a lot of those.
I actually like a lot of really normal things like legal pads and PBS. I like mugs, Rice Krispies, body wash and franks on a toasted bun. (I prefer franks microwaved over barbequed or boiled.) I hate babies and printer paper, though. I also hate people hovering around asking me dumb questions while I'm doing stuff. I sort of hate the sun, too. There's some useless information for you.
I ate dinner (pasta, wine and chocolate) at my friend Buggeh's apartment and she asked me something that made me hate her a little, but in that jovial friendly way. She was telling me about her latest love and how wonderful their brief romance was/is and asked me, "Have you ever kissed someone and felt, 'This is important'?" I bitterly replied, "NO." Because I hadn't. I wish I had. We talked for some hours and I came away feeling romantically/emotionally unaccomplished (yes, even with having a recent 2.5 yr. relationship under my belt) and vaguely empty. Otherwise, I had an great time.
The last person I kissed was a guy from a newspaper stand who gave me a free coffee whose name I think was Alex and who had a penchant for asking inappropriate questions and sticking his tongue uncomfortably far into my mouth. Which is gross, btw. Why do people even do that? Especially people with long tongues. It's just nasty and not fun. Are they trying to find something? I have a short tongue myself since I had my tongue pierced (not nearly as stretchy), so I can't and won't stick my tongue down someone's gullet. I refuse.
It's too bad that he sucked at kissing [da-da! PUNNY] though, because Alex was hot. Bad kissing is a big dis-qualifier if all other important information such as hobbies, personality and feelings about ghosts are lacking. I don't have the heart to say, "Hay. Your kisses make me feel slightly nauseated." And I know people might think, "Well, that tongue could be good for other things..." but no, because I dont like that either. Shock. Horror. I don't mind throwing someone else a bone, but, bleh - forget about it. Anyway, the coffee guy and I were not in love and it was not important. Well, he was hot. That was important. Everything else? Not so much.
It would be nice to be in love. I guess I am, but it's unrequited and likely will always be because I am romantically spineless and fragile-hearted. Correction: It would be nice to be in love with someone who thinks it matters. Maybe I would actually enjoy kissing them. Or at least I would be able to tell them to leave my tonsils alone, but preferably I would be into it.
I guess in sum, lately I've been regretting all the moments I should have done something when I didn't. All the times I wish I had said what I meant. The French have a thing called esprit d'escalier, which is the clever thing you think of saying, but only after the fact as you're on the stairs. Well, I have a lot of those.