So long, suckers

So lack of updates is expected. Ill be on this other island for two weeks. Awesome.

their bodies pressed against mine

After X months working in a videostore you:

• dont feel like discussing/recommending movies anymore (yeah, you do, but only with friends)
• feel your former excellent taste degenerate
• still dont see any of the swedish or danish films
• get sick of people
• re-evaluate the term 'life' (as in having one or not)
• wonder if everyone is working monday to friday, nine to five? Seems like it.
• perfected your 'Im really pleased' smile. Aka the moneymaker.
• feel no Sunday blues whatsoever.
• picked up blogging again, out of boredom
• tend to forget changing out of your work clothes, and have at a few occassions almost ventured out in the night wearing this awful tshirt.
• get very excited when a film is not what you expected
• have completely forgotten what Saturday night used to taste like
• look out on the last six months of releases, and realise youve seen them all

Taste funny

Life, my own and others', is a complete mess. And I know all you non-readers are just dying to know how that manifests itself. Oh ho, my friends, in the timeless question of:
'Did I leave the coffee maker/curling iron/stove on?'
Noone's home, and Im trapped at work, and of course Im sick of anxeity.
Now, now, I have never ever left the house with anything on, but wouldnt it be grand if today, because theyre not at home/me and bf dont have anywhere to live/tension is already high, I would for the first time? That way, I would have nothing else to worry about.

Ah, forgive the words of utter despair, I guess its not all bad. I just dont see the silverlining or end or beginning right now.

Easter: I talked to my parents, they announced opening yet another restaurant, even though they cant afford/have time for the two old ones. I announced my homelessness. They responded with how much money they owe the bank, and how much money I owe them. Mwah.
Love you guys.
Felt kinda bad for not calling on any relative for easter, but Im working, and its not like therye at home anyways. Or like they called me.

When I got to work today, my coworker said I had the saddest eyes she's ever seen. And then she took my picture.
What am I supposed to say?

Rabbit holes

Frame semantics. Linguist or not, you really get it when youre dealing with customers day and ..
Pop!

How come kids born 80-81 look old now, and them from 77 dont real.. Pop!

I havent saved nearly enough money for the upcoming trip, and I will have to bring, like, half a pharmacy. Im not panicking though, we'll manage. There's a few pre-paid adventures (I know. I keep having nightmarish visions of buses packed with old people too.) and all I really wanna do it walking, eating and sexing anyways, and thats not gonna cost us a lot. But you know how it goes, you find stuff you want, you eat and drink like pigs with munchies and I just dont want to argue about it. Or owe anyone anything. Or even.. Pop!

Kids, dont smoke, mmkay? 'S really hard to quit, and you kinda know you have to. Im seriou.. Pop!

There's a few things I miss; hanging out, talking on the phone for hours, fika with cigarettes, getting all dressed up and excited every weekend, not being annoyed, jeans size 25..hell, Ill settle for 27, not knowing certain things... And wow, there's a lot of things I dont miss. Drama, stupidity, drugs (funny how they seem closely link.. Pop!

I went. Again.

And so it was, that I fell completely back in love with blogs and bloggers, and I dont care how many pro's there are out there, finding cool people with the same relationship to words as yourself (albeit, more talanted and native) is intoxicating, and I want to spend every night with new and old crushes.
Im liking her. A alot.
And what the queen bee did for me and my inspiration, back in the day, I couldnt begin to explain.
My prince now looks like someone out of Entourage, but years down the line, he hasnt stopped to amaze me.

Today I was supposed to get together with the crankiest canadian Ive ever met, and with mutual efforts make up some clever answers for the exam. Naturally, he bailed on me (seems to be a theme this week) and so I have to muster up all that ambition and discipline by myself. Wtf?

Well, the earth died screaming

While I lay dreaming. Dreaming of you.

See, I dont even know who 'you' is. Maybe its just an updated version of me.
Sorry to say half of the things tonight did not come true, which doesnt mean Im not blogging or drinking wine, cause obviously I am.
Im just gonna send out all the stuff that keeps coming back, right here, out in cyberspace. In little bitesize portions. And then, whenever I need to re-trace, here they'll be.

* Why am I always half out the door in every relationship? I want to be here, I want to stay here, open up, but..
I get bored. Annoyed. Restless. Or maybe you suck, what do I know? Nothing, thats what.

* Where am I? Ive been hiding from myself for like two years now. Its getting old. Come out, come out.

* Social Gender. Oh dear lord youre pissing me off. I dont care how "frigid" it seems to be a feminist, fuck you and your ignorant opinions. You have no idea.

* Censur of self. No, seriously, why cant I scream when Tom Waits is doing it in Such a Scream? Why cant I dance? Why would my writing be bad? Of course he's into you.

* Popcorn and red wine. They dont teach you this on Jamie Olivers Twist at Home or whatever, but do it. 'S awesome.

* Sex. Im not sick of it, oh no no, it occupies my mind day and night. But Im sick of being patient. And then to blame.

Right now, listening to Tom Waits, having worked a hard day, had some wine and popcorn, I really like me.
That cant be bad, right?