Saturday, September 3, 2005

Insert message to intended person in question, seasoned generously with amorous truth and garnished with a sprig of love

I’ll be honest with my less than honorable intentions and thoughts. I want to see you. Hold you, touch you, feeeeel you up. Isn’t that a song? Those words, in that same order, are probably used in millions of songs by now. So it’s not surprising if something sounds familiar, after all. Perhaps deja vu isn’t a mystical thing but just a reminder of how much we rehash what’s been around for a long (sometimes far too long) time. Tired. As much as weekends are great for catching up on rest, they’re not my favourite two days of the week. Part of it is the lack of things to watch on tv, another is the fact that I’m reduced to what’s on tv since there’s no one to hang out with, haha. That hasn’t bothered me before. Now it does. Not to the point of making me angst, just wanting there to be someone I could ... lounge with. Or something. My shoulder is hurting, for unknown reasons. It started 2-3 days ago, out of nowhere, but it seems as if the pain is subsiding slightly. Good thing too. Lifting heavy stuff at work = need for painless arms. I did get out of some major physical labour on Wednesday, when they were expecting a rather large bulk of candy to arrive. It was delayed and would turn up later in the afternoon (when Mimmi has finished work). Had I not been sensible enough (for once) to agree with my body that some rest was in order, I probably would’ve gone back later to help out. Making yourself unbearable .... no, wait (got the words mixed up, honestly >>) .... indispensable, is never a bad thing. And it’s a good work out. Mom bought this evil work-out machine, that has you "running" in a smooth fashion (that’s how it was promoted) and if you want to you can hold onto these two handles that swing back and forth, thereby exercising your arms too. Let me tell you one thing about this machine.... it’s evil, uncomfortable, as far from smooth as you can get, and not worth the money my mom spent on it. Trying it out for size only affirmed my initial dislike, a dislike I required when trying out something similiar at a gym many years ago. Only the step-machine can rival this one in horrible-ness. The bike is sorely missed, le sigh. Instead, walking has become my staple of physical vent-ige.... so long as it’s not dark outside (to prevent mom from hysterically worried) and provided that my mp3 player is fully charged. Weather doesn’t matter, raincoats only makes you sweat more, which means more burning of [whatever] :) The younger sister finally has broadband. Watch me lure her into wasting many hours, that she could’ve used on more productive things, playing Literati with me. Hey, it was her suggestion. Or maybe it was an excuse not to deal with adult things (such as jobs and obligations). I forget. Unimportant, it is. We went shopping this past Wednesday. Both of us bought shoes, though she opted for these embroidered sneakers and I chose a pair of stylish boots. Imagine that. Mimmi buying boots instead of sneakers. My my. Obviously they’re not sexy like Annie (or her boots) but no one’s expecting me to buy sexy stuff or things that’ll make me look it, now do they? Nope. Sensible, boring, nice-looking boots for me. Light brown. First pair that didn’t strangle my calves and establish the sad fact that, no matter what, any attempts to look good will make me look foolish. However, the bathroom mirror at work must be friends with the one in our apartment (and the one back at the house) because I always look good in them. Oddness. But I’ll take it. Oh, one more thing. I wish I had the talent to match my inspiration. It can get amazingly frustrating to be swarmed with ideas and have no viable way to translate them into something tangible. Truly. Though there is one idea [that grew slowly] I still like. Might share it with you, one day. But for now it’s my precious. Afterthought: Yes. I do need more sleep. Leafull: *blushes and blows kiss* Right back atcha, girl ~_^ Sara: *falls over and sommersaults* Hepp! We should put together an act with those tacklehugs ^_^ Evil: Oooo, slips *whistles* Hevn: Maybe I'll take pictures and see whether that's true or not :p Pyro: Having dance music to help keep the rhythm should surely help, so (as much as it will annoy me) I think I just might give it another go. Though it won't be in my new boots :p

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