no preamble, let’s get right down to thursday morning mpeg business:
“Rasputin” by Boney M
my mother had this album in the early 80’s. i used to listen to this song over and over again, delighting in its pre-techno rhythm. i remember the summer day she left the curtains open and the sunlight warped it while it sat on the turntable. i was distraught. i’m sure you will be too, when you hear it.
next time, don’t give me a chance to think. just grab me and kiss me, if that’s what you want to do.
have i mentioned that only one person has been able to make me smile in the last three days?
okay, remember a couple weeks ago when i had that great day out with meghan. yeah, the day i won the lottery. do you remember the purple pirate who was flirting with me at mcdonalds? well, it seems he has a website. yeah, i know… “doesn’t everyone?”
the other oddish thing, his name is dustin which is the same as my electrician apprentice crush from this spring. is it a sign? is it fate? should i email him and tell him my balloon poodle is drooping and i need it pumped back up? *wink*nudge*leer*
i slept funny and now i have a sore neck. hopefully it won’t take two weeks to unkink itself like last time.
so, my lovely buttercup wants wild sex stories. and, although i’d love to oblige, i have none. nope. not a single, solitary one. the closest i’ve gotten to wild sex was what joe and i did in the driveway one chilly november afternoon in worcester. that wasn’t even sex, just a wee bit of mutual masturbation (sorry, heather… i don’t think i told you about that, even though you almost caught us).
i have a great sexual fantasy life and i desire a ream of kinky, taboo, bi-sexual things, but i’ve yet to get a chance to fulfill them. i have to be truly comfortable with someone before i’ll go whole hog and let the slut in me out. i suppose i haven’t had time enough with any one person to get that comfortable. that’s not entirely true… i got pretty freaky with paul. no wonder i want talk to him again.
too bad i missed national naughty fantasy day yesterday… i’m suddenly feeling warm and expressive. *dreamy smile*
see, i knew iain was the sweetest boy on the planet. even if he doesn’t ever send the things he says he’ll send. *grin*
i have really good eyebrows.
just so you know, everyone who sends me their address by the end of the week will receive a real, live (well, it used to be), honest-to-goodness xmas/holiday card from canada. *jingle*
the only good thing about snow is being able to catch up on my reading while taking the bus to work.
if you listen very carefully, you can tell which man is walking up behind you by the jingle of the change in his pocket.
i realize i’m twenty-nine years old. i know that in eight months time i will reach the thirtieth anniversary of my birth. i’m fully cognizant of these facts; yet, when i meet people whose ages begin with “3” i think “wow, they are so much older than me.”
i wonder if i’ll ever feel my age. some moments i wish i felt how i think twenty-nine should feel. i should have everything a little more together than i think i have it. i should be smarter and more mature. i should be grounded. i shouldn’t want to skip down the hall at work or make airplane noises and swoop past co-worker’s desks.
or should i?
maybe i don’t *look* my age because i don’t *feel* my age. hmm…
i overslept, but didn’t care, so i stopped to put gas in the car and won 50 bonus points! the commute was blissful considering black ice warnings and the pressing urge to beat my boss to work. i played the “age game” with anthony. we’re both much older than we were. he’s 31 but looks 28. he thought i was 24. whee! that was a nice way to start the day.
the weekend went by too quickly. but, it was good. i ate too much yesterday, but i hadn’t ate enough on saturday, so it all balances out. i tried salmon for the first time. i wasn’t impressed. i finally finished listening to lord of the rings. now i’m ready for the movie, although it will be weird for the characters not to have british accents.
i’m not coherent, but that’s okay. i’m cute and i don’t look my age. =)
bleh
my plan for saturday:
– laundry
– take out garbage
– go to bank
– go to other bank
– reply to email i’ve neglected
– do dishes
– return library book
– debate merits of buying hard drive vs. buying chair
– go to meg’s for a cod bbq
– win lottery (oh, wait… i did that last saturday)
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my favourite lifesavers colour is orange.
so, yeah… i went to staples to try on the chair and ended up going home with a cd burner. i don’t really know how it happened. hell, the sales dude even talked me into the extended warranty. yes, i know. i’m a weak, weak individual. then again, i have nine more days to burn the hell out of everything and then take it back! *evil snicker* i did that with a webcam over the summer, if you recall.
oh, the chair was sexy as hell, too. i could only sit in it for half a minute because i knew that if i stayed longer, it was going home with me. i may still go back for it. it really was sweet.
my other acquisition was a copy of myst. don’t look at me like that. i’ve been waiting to play this game for years. years, i tell you! finally, i have a computer which is fast enough and a video card which is good enough… i just can’t wait. between burning cds and playing myst, i may not come up for air once this weekend and my kitchen will become even more of a disaster area than it already is.
i’m such a geek.
if anyone reading this knows french, please contact me. i received an email today entirely in french and i’d like to get it translated and if it’s not really for me, as i suspect, have an appropriate reply drafted.
i just got, very literally, swept up into a hug. i love that feeling. one minute you’re standing there talking to someone, then *swoop* you’re enveloped in their embrace. if it were a romance novel, it would have been succeeded by a passionate kiss; but, he’s happily married and old enough to be my father. that doesn’t mean he isn’t interesting and sexy as hell, though!