Yoo-hooey

Feb. 23rd, 2013 09:28 am
 Dear Blog,

I was ok this morning. This is like the fifth or sixth item that's gone missing. And my teeth needed a floss, so...I trudged up to the pharmacy, braving the windy wet weather with a broken umbrella. I noticed people looking at me, especially the diners at short black. Being short of cash, I avoided the new boutique on the shops street that I only noticed just today. The weighing machine dilemma was weighing on my mind (ha ha).
And Steven's coming over. My friends have flurry-activitied on my online identity self. The joint one is the only one available to them. I have to do things, like Life in the Spirit stuff that I have to read, and to check the forwards from my sisters regarding functions. I also need to get my ass back here before church so I can see how Camilla's doing and keep up that friendship. I THINK that's it... Maybe also specifically ask when the next NOVA meeting is (like I really want to know!). Sooo much STUFF.

p.s. I feel tinge of NOSTALGIA during this writing break filled with writing.
 I had a good day today, topped off with a bit of laughter. A bit of insight, too. Tomorrow's Valentines... I'm really not thinking about it at all, being exactly one week from first hospitalisation in my life anniversary. But...I should really use those three - year - old beauty products.

The Noises of Unique Distraction are being made.

See ya.
Wasn't gonna skive off the other of my blogs, but there's no point as things are to do it now.
Rochelle
Hey, I am pretty happy, even if I am a little...jaded. 

Do you reckon I can relax for a bit? It would be nice.
Thanks for being there. Even if nothing much is happening and I'm still ...GOing. Like nothing is wrong.

cheers,
Rochelle
yeah, today was good, I was ok. Still haven't checked for my other bag, which I had (conveniently?) forgotten to take to work..seriously... was lucky my period was not a problem cause i had no "supplies". And it's been in for 16 plus hours. 

Work was okay. Stable, which is the important thing.

I lost a dollar. Gotta check up on that, too.

Seeing Doctor Wade tomorrow, my day off. Should be enjoyable. 
There's this mysterious family feud shit going on with Mum, but I don't know who or what is involved.

I am feeling very goody-goody today. 
Wonder if Polly has started up the new prompts for the group board.

I really want to write, not necessarily fiction, but that would be nice.

The lightning was horribly bright yesterday. Like something out of The Sound of Music. The thunder was alright, seriously though, horses don't ever seem to get scared of lightning, from what I've read (and that is all I have to go on, you know).

Well, la-di-dah, skippidy-dee, don't -worry-be-happy.
Yep. Was worrying about the Gary Hennesey thwarting of fate. Groan. D'ya think my fate IS to be an accountant. Talk about a messy business.
(chuckle)
see ya. 
 Quizzical curious look... I think the word "bend" is inexplicably floating around in my psyche.
Well.

Made it through the week! Things are alright, really, they are. I have hopelessly high expectations of tomorrow, we can work with that, hopefully.

love you and my Friday freedom!

 Hmmm. Well, go all out, what're you waiting for? Mr. Dream may not in any shape (literally) to do anything. 

Well, I have to say- neither am I.

I am scared.

I feel ok. But beeper pagans really shook me up. I wanted to do something witchy. I wasted a good, clear night and may not get it again for some time. I'd get up to go for a walk, but strange as it is, that's not really a sensible course of action. I feel great...ly disturbed. I have not yet turned to novels by J. D. Salinger.

Too busy, far too.

Yup.
 So, I am to finish this quite soon, I reckon I'll be spattered with disgusting shit before I leave my wonderful place. You got it. That's what happens to people whose birthright is being assholes. In not quite the nicest sense. In the nastiest sense. In unending denial of the lack of sense in any form.

I AM going to cry in NO-TEARS-ZONE dreams.

See ya. Sideways sardonism for the other me, strictly. No longing rue for the main me, at all.
Dear you, 
I'm really out of it. Completely gone. Wore bedroom slippers around the block AGAIN! I was kicking myself for lots of things, mostly stemming from infuriatingly obscure dream patterns. And of course, the arcane, occult, latent aspects of my love life (or imagined thereof). 

The Noble House of Took.

I think the boss has not included one of the days I did work, but I'm not really fussed about it (not that it makes a difference).


 Hello, I am ok. I think I stopped after undoing row three of my knitting project. Then went to sleep. If I get upset, I tend to transfer my excitedly frazzled state to my project. I THOUGHT there was a reason the beginning rows weren't living up to my expectations. 

An half hour into the day I remembered surviving the Forboding Prophecy Day, yesterday the 26th. 

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