Yes, it is true, I will venture out in search of food.
Please pray for my safety.
This day has gone so quickly already!
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Ok, so they technically belong to Nathan, but he is not here, and I have claimed them as my own.
Kate, Noni, Jana, Alice (Terry is a boy, but he is in there somewhere).
Sitting on the beach at night, huddled under a sleeping bag, watching the stars
Sitting in the lounge doing group reading with the Wisdom Oracle.
Jesus jumped at me no less than 4 times in 12 hours.
That means that I’m not getting it apparently.
I also went to the Gym. I am 68% water (8% higher than the maximum average – the trainer was surprised)
I am also 5.1% (3.4kg) fat.
Apparently my hydrating skills might be throwing the reading off, and there is a chance that I am actually a little fatter than that. But one still dreams.
On Friday I will have a regime, and will be on my way to being incredibly good looking.
It think I will get a haircut tomorrow.
Happy Birthday Fiona.
lazy days with no commitment and no worries, and no care where everything is like a movie, and all you have to do is show up and be beautiful
i wish life was always like that
but its not
coming home and throwing yourself on the floor. being wakened by the weight of another that has suffered the same fate. napping in the morning, napping in the afternoon, even napping at night
climing in windows, and climbing on roofs, tumbling down the stairs in an old mattress and painting in the basement on old carpet
not being 100kms away from people that really know you, and that want to put up with your ridiculous nature
wandering down the road for chocolate, or indian, or even getting in fanny and chasing down mexican
why do we all have to grow up?
maybe we don’t
I am a better person today. I know things and I am more secure in myself.
There are some things that I still don’t know, but that is mostly ok for now. I don’t know which of my futures is sustainable, which I should strive for and where I should go.
I guess this means that I have to be open to everything, and accept that the future is bright and happy, regardless of who is standing beside me.
I had strange dreams last night. It might have been all the pizza. I dreamed that I was at a concert and holding hands with someone in the dark. But when the lights came up, it wasn’t with whom I expected. Even though he was sitting beside me.
I am off to hold an all afternoon workshop for my own benefit.
Good things will come of this.
For the second time in my life, I contemplate the reason why American Corn Chips taste so good after being open for 7 weeks.
And then, once again, I decide it doesn’t matter, and return to my baba ganouj.
So, clearly, the best way to celebrate the re-awakened metabolism of a dear friend, and certain lead-performer, after four days of simultaneous vomiting and diahorreah is….
Indian buffet!!!!!
(Insert cheering, clapping, whistling, hat throwing and the double-handed air grab/shake gesture that denotes all-round winning.)
Two types of curry, pizza, splayed king prawns, fried chicken, baked broccoli, pilaf, naan, pasta, Alfredo and bolonese sauces, sausage stew, pumpkin soup, cream of mushroom soup, cold Korean noodle soup (naeng myeon), 7 types of sushi, various (28) salad dishes, fruit bar, ice-cream bar, coffee, tea and ddeok (Korean rice cake).
The desert stomach was used to it’s fullest capacity by allotting fruit to BOTH the main and dessert stomachs. This way you don’t need to gauge how much you eat, you just keep shoveling it in.
But, of course, 2 hours later and I’m feeling a little nibblish…
13 varieties of deep-fried, three dipping sauces and a crispy cajun salad.
(Can they be serious by announcing the fish and chips is only available in the spring season!!)
And yes, I am ignoring the fact that my apartment is slowly filling up with small, red flies.
It is proportionate to the fullness of my scraps bin.
But, I had two types of ice-cream today.
So I win.
Today, I wanted a place. I wanted to go somewhere. After spending 2 hours in the gym, surrounded by attractive people and walking part of the way home, I had an overwhelming desire to be somewhere that I had no chance of finding. I knew the feelings of familiarity, safeness, calmness and relaxation of where I wanted to be. I knew that this wasn’t to be found in my apartment.
I miss having a balcony to go to. My laundry doesn’t count. Not necessarily a balcony to call my own, but one where I can feel the things I want to feel. Maybe there are people. Maybe just an old, battered and stained mattress. Couch. Hammock. Pot plant.
I, however turned to Cadbury’s.
LATER:
It’s over Cadbury, it’s over… This is a sad, sad day.
Acheived almost nothing today… nothing that matters.
The most excercise my body experienced was an incremental rise in heart-rate on seeing real penguins.
I wrote a little. Downloaded a lot.
Tomorrow I reclaim my life.
After I get out of bed.
If I have the resources, I may visit my private washer at the Chim Chil Bung. He knows what to press.
Baroque Pop is now my lifestyle. Along with several instances of experimental Tuvan fusion.
I just remembered something I have to do.
