Anything heavy, explosive or sharp! And since I'm on the top level of my building, I'd grab a wire hanger and fashion a handle in which to slide down various wires to the street!
Thursday, 6 May 2010
The world ends in 8 minutes, so you...
do something that requires your credit card details to read about :p
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Pants
It's a strange sensation to know that no matter what decision you make, chances are you'll regret it. I'm in a bit of conundrum. See, I've had a disagreement with someone close to me, and I've came to the conclusion our friendship is over. Since the disagreement, neither of us has contacted the other, and I'm not sure that's a bad thing. Which is rather horrible, now that the dust, at least for me, has settled. The conundrum stems from the fact that I'm aware they probably have no idea how I feel about the situation, and really, I have no idea how they feel either. Are they still mad? Upset? Feeling awkward? Uncomfortable? I really can't call it and until I man up and make the first contact, I'm not gonna know. I've even wrote about it, for pete's sake (who *is* pete anyway?) - and it'll never see the inside of this blog. If anyone will read it, it'll be them. It's not an apology really, more a way I could get the thoughts swirling around my head down so I didn't have to think about it anymore. Didn't work. I've resigned myself to the fact I feel this way about it, and I'm torturing myself by constantly analysing it. But I literally can't help it. I'll be at work, and my job is pretty non-taxing, mentally, so I think about other things, and right now, unfortunately, this keep popping into my head until I get upset and hide in the staff toilets for a while.
I feel sick, and shaky, at the thought of even contacting them, for Christ's sake! Going on panic stations! It's ridiculous! This person is/was my friend, and even given how things might stand between us, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want to cause me a panic attack and yet, I'm working myself into such a tizzy I'm scaring myself.
Fuck it. I'm texting.
Right now.
....
Fuck. No idea what to say.
A message pretending none of it happened?
An "I hope all is well" text?
A blatant "Right, is all this nonsense over with"?
Or should I be REALLY lame and ask if we're still friends?
ARRGHH!!!
Minefield, friendships.
What's the difference?
Whatever I choose will probably be wrong, so I may as well pick a way and just do it. It's been over a fucking week.
Wonder what'll happen.
I feel sick, and shaky, at the thought of even contacting them, for Christ's sake! Going on panic stations! It's ridiculous! This person is/was my friend, and even given how things might stand between us, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want to cause me a panic attack and yet, I'm working myself into such a tizzy I'm scaring myself.
Fuck it. I'm texting.
Right now.
....
Fuck. No idea what to say.
A message pretending none of it happened?
An "I hope all is well" text?
A blatant "Right, is all this nonsense over with"?
Or should I be REALLY lame and ask if we're still friends?
ARRGHH!!!
Minefield, friendships.
What's the difference?
Whatever I choose will probably be wrong, so I may as well pick a way and just do it. It's been over a fucking week.
Wonder what'll happen.
all time favourite incubus song? :)
You'd make me choose?! It does tend to change through mood, but right now it's Under My Umbrella... no, not *that* bloody one! :P
What is your dream job?
owning my own cafe, above all else! I still have other aspirations, but that's the main one :D
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Yesterday used to be the future
Working.
Then, hairdressers.
Feeling better that my much butchered hair (don't go to Flicks, is all I'm saying) was looking itself again, albeit a shorter version of it, the day seemed brighter even though it was overcast.
As I was walking up Union Street, two handsome men were walking down it.
We made eye contact.
I smiled.
So did they.
I let my gaze drift downwards.
They were holding hands.
Just two lovers, no big thing.
Just taking a stroll down a busy Glasgow street in the City Centre.
I looked back up, by now we were inches away from each other.
I smiled, a real, big smile that now that had nothing to do with my hair, the day's work or anything else.
Just the joy in the moment, that these two men could simply show their affection for each other in such a beautiful, easy way.
They returned the smile.
We walked past each other.
The moment was gone. But the memory remains.
This is progress.
This is the future.
Then, hairdressers.
Feeling better that my much butchered hair (don't go to Flicks, is all I'm saying) was looking itself again, albeit a shorter version of it, the day seemed brighter even though it was overcast.
As I was walking up Union Street, two handsome men were walking down it.
We made eye contact.
I smiled.
So did they.
I let my gaze drift downwards.
They were holding hands.
Just two lovers, no big thing.
Just taking a stroll down a busy Glasgow street in the City Centre.
I looked back up, by now we were inches away from each other.
I smiled, a real, big smile that now that had nothing to do with my hair, the day's work or anything else.
Just the joy in the moment, that these two men could simply show their affection for each other in such a beautiful, easy way.
They returned the smile.
We walked past each other.
The moment was gone. But the memory remains.
This is progress.
This is the future.
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