Passport yays and other stuff
My flipping passport came through the letterbox this morning! I don't know where it's been. Have the courier company lied to the passport agency about posting it on 24th December, or did someone receive it through their letterbox and call the freephone number on the back of the envelope? I want a refund of the £25 I paid for express service.
My passport has an 'M' for male on it. I saw that and squeed in a very non-manly way :D
Other people's dreams are boring.
Last night I dreamt that I was at earwigmc's place for a visit. We hung out in the garden and I thought it was a good idea for us to both get naked, which we did. Their garden was a mixture of their real garden and my courtyard, and therefore people could see us. One of my neighbours looked at us and made a scandalised noise, so we went into their house, still naked. It was supposed to be a *cough* intimate affair, but it had turned into a party! I was horrified to be naked in front of earwigmc and my friends when the friends were clothed, and also felt a bit cheated of one-one time with earwigmc. Being naked in front of clothed people can be humiliating for me; sometimes this is a fun thing, but not in the dream.
I've been thinking about earwigmc quite a bit lately, we're going to hang out later this month and I'm looking forward to it. I value their attention, I didn't think I was insecure about it. Oh wait, I have worries about not getting enough attention from them because they have a lot of people in their life already and have a need for a lot of alone-time. Obviously the naked in front of people is a classic anxiety thing.
Today I intend to go to cheap clothes shops for jeans: one pair for now and one pair for in a few months when I've lost more weight. I hate clothes shopping. I hope they have black jeans. I'm anxious about getting ready. Hm, the arrival of my passport hasn't magically erased my anxiety then! Gah.
My passport has an 'M' for male on it. I saw that and squeed in a very non-manly way :D
Other people's dreams are boring.
Last night I dreamt that I was at earwigmc's place for a visit. We hung out in the garden and I thought it was a good idea for us to both get naked, which we did. Their garden was a mixture of their real garden and my courtyard, and therefore people could see us. One of my neighbours looked at us and made a scandalised noise, so we went into their house, still naked. It was supposed to be a *cough* intimate affair, but it had turned into a party! I was horrified to be naked in front of earwigmc and my friends when the friends were clothed, and also felt a bit cheated of one-one time with earwigmc. Being naked in front of clothed people can be humiliating for me; sometimes this is a fun thing, but not in the dream.
I've been thinking about earwigmc quite a bit lately, we're going to hang out later this month and I'm looking forward to it. I value their attention, I didn't think I was insecure about it. Oh wait, I have worries about not getting enough attention from them because they have a lot of people in their life already and have a need for a lot of alone-time. Obviously the naked in front of people is a classic anxiety thing.
Today I intend to go to cheap clothes shops for jeans: one pair for now and one pair for in a few months when I've lost more weight. I hate clothes shopping. I hope they have black jeans. I'm anxious about getting ready. Hm, the arrival of my passport hasn't magically erased my anxiety then! Gah.