Of me me and then some more me
CC used the f-word* yesterday. I may have cried a little bit. I was still ok with him buggering off to Cape Town to find himself or the mountain or whatever it is that tie dye wearing, copy writing flakes who drive S4′s and own everything with the word “touch” in it somewhere do there…grrr…where was I…oh yes – for a year or two, but now it seems this is a permanent move. I love this man and he is leaving to that sodding place (insert *f-word here). Oh I’ll visit him and we’ll Gtalk but he will not be here.
Which leads me to suspect that I might be addicted to my friends…I haven’t seen MM since last weekend and I’m jonesing for her company. I am still deeply pissed at Russian Mafia Guy and Amazonian Godmother because although I understand that new love needs space, I hate that I need to negotiate a time to pick up my freaking shampoo…which is probably a little unbalanced on my side. But it kills me. Smug Marrieds** suck. Maybe I am like a Neo who focuses not on Trinity or all of mankind but just my little group of heartfriends.
In other news…I got to see Delicious One last night. That beautiful boy robs me of words and still breaks me. And yeah…the apple thing still applies /grin. I love that he is waking up to who he could be.
1. Word of the day: perfidy (TheSage: 1. an act of deliberate betrayal, 2. betrayal of a trust)
2. Insight of the day: I am a narcissist on an Evil Stepmother level. “Mirror mirror who is the…ooooh lookit…pretty me”.
3. State of the pool: Troubled and murky
4. Random thought: I now live in Midrand with Wawa and Manly Man in a huge house. Free State hospitality ftw!
5. Awesomest lines: Dra my saam by Anna Davel
Dra my saam as die nag jou koudmaak
dra my saam as jou voete bloei
en die pad te lank word
dra my saam
dra my saam as jou wonde kneus
dra my saam as die wolke toetrek
en jou asem min word
dra my saam
want jy leef in my
en jou wortels is dieper as grond
dit groei deur my lyf en dit brand in my oë
jy leef in my
waar jy omdraai en loop het ek stil-stil bly staan
op die rand van jou
op die rand van jou
dra my saam as jy grootoog wag
op iets wat jy net-net nie raak kan sien nie,
iets wat buite bly
ewig altyd buite bly
dra my saam as jou fotoboek,
vou my oop en blaai deur my
laat jou vingers dans, driftig dans
oor my krom-krom rug
6. Scripture lines: Romans 8 (New International Version)
38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
*Forever.
** Credit to Helen Fielding
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