one look...

I like this photo for reasons not even clear to me. For starters, for that birthday, this is the only set of pictures I have. I had fun that day. My friend was getting married. She now has a little boy - Rapha Jerome, born 24th December 2009. Amazing! I haven't seen her in a couple of months, but we talk on the phone. Once in a while. I miss her but I don't know if I am going to do anything about it soon. :D

We'll see.

Argh

The other day I was hanging out with one of my girls. We did lunch. That is something you do with your girlfriends. We talked. This activity consumes a lot of Girl Time. Which reminds me: I need to pencil in a date for the next GNO.Girls' Night Out with a sleepover optional attachment. I wonder whose house we'll go to this time.

I was having lunch with a friend. She and I were discussing life. And love. Food and fashion. Style. Relationships. You know - the usual. Talk about multitasking on the conversation wheel. :D

I like talking. Really I do. I don't know why it's not easy of late, to talk. It seems that words aren't prone to hanging out in coherent strings over here. Do you have any advice?

:D

I miss my journal. I really do.

...slow mornings

I don't know if all Mondays are like this but I feel so slow. I'm not lazy but I just feel slow today. Like there's a pipe draining my energy. Wow, a shrink would have a field day - or week - with the symbolism here. I want to jump up and run but ugh - that's tiresome!!!!

Moving house...

I long to be like a snail and just carry my house along with me. It is difficult enough moving from one house to another. You have to think of furniture. And crockery. And cutlery. And food. And appliances. And where the new house is. How big is it? Is it drafty? Are there any unwelcome residents in the neighborhood - such as mosquitoes, roaches, rats, bats, snakes, ants... you see where I'm going with this? How nosy are the neighbors? I quite fancy not having every resident of Wisteria Lane looking over my shoulder as I move in. Here's an idea - move in at night! Let them be surprised when they wake up.
I love my new home. It's not like my first homes. For one, I'm not competing with my little sister for bathroom space every morning. Instead, my housemate and I agree that she shall have use of the bathroom first on weekday mornings because it makes sense. I tend to wake up as the Spirit leads... which is not very early. I usually enjoy a late night so an early morning is out of the question. Think what you want - I will sleep when my eyelid muscles refuse to keep the aperture of objective vision wider than that of objective dozing.
So anyway, what else is there to complain about? I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I want and work from the comfort of my bed. Why would I complain? Oh, yeah - the neighbors are obnoxious, loud-mouthed adults and wailing-at-all-the-odd-hours brats, strange-smelling cooking: don't get me started on the cooking smells! Someone in our neighborhood feeds her family on burnt offerings EVERY MEAL!!! I kid you not! We are about to call her onto the carpet for turning a kitchen into an altar. In her case, I'm not sure if God would appreciate the offering - He did switch to living sacrifices after all.... Pardon me Lord for thinking You might abhor something as charred as her offerings are. :)
I love my new neighborhood despite all these quaint characters. I think of them as beauty spots...not moles.

Cooking in the IT department.

I paid a visit to one branch of Hell's kitchen this week - my own personal Hell's Kitchen. My beloved Cuppy II was diagnosed with a stomach upset resulting form eating bad sushi from the take-away at Powersurge.com. As a result, he went into a coma. I had to take him to the clinic, ironically next to said kitchen and they are holding him for a ransom. I have to come up with it before I'm fired for prolonged absenteeism at work. My e-shoes just keep piling up. As if this was not enough punishment (I'm definitely not a glutton for the stuff!) my optical devices need to be remixed.
When will I be freed? For good???

TMI

Last time I did this, I was under the influence of a mild to severe depression which I have since then managed to shed. As a result of said depression I may have contracted a major case of Verbal Diarrhea and thus offered TMI. I caught it in time and have actually recalled that submission. I won't pretend to be unembarrassed - I truly am. I thought I'd overcome my instances of just letting my mouth run off with my hands leaving the rest of me miles behind. I also instated safety measures - I superglued my mouth, hands and brains together. It's not as painful or disfiguring as it sounds, it's actually quite nice. You should all try it. Anyway...

A thought occurred to me and unfortunately, I did not give it time to get cemented before I was off on the trail of another thought so I misplaced it. I've been on a quest since to track it down; alas, nothing doing. I think it was profound hence my apparent failure to get it back - I have a few problems keeping track of profound things. I have better luck with frivolous bits of idle knowledge.
In the meantime, I'll entertain myself with Hugh Laurie in his capacity as an author.

Due to public demand...

Today I don't particularly like myself or feel inclined to change that. I just want to curl up somewhere warm and quiet - I'm considering renting a womb and hibernating like I did in the good old days. 9 months sounds good right about now... scratch that; I'd miss my upcoming social commitments. Let's settle on hiding out for just today and maybe tomorrow...

I am not by nature an introspective person - examining my inner self gives me the willies. However, I'm tempted to make an exception today. Now all I need is a good laparoscopic camera; I want to take pictures of my innards. (Do they still use such words?)
It feels like there's a universe in turmoil and it's taken up residence behind my umbilicus. When the pictures are developed, I vote we - oh, you want no part of it - so what's the point of voting? Oh, wait; you changed your mind again. Vote's done - we're going in as soon as we get those pictures; or as Jack Bauer might say, "We move as soon as visual is confirmed." Watch dis space :)