Jackie London
♥ Howlin' Pelle
Tomorrow it's monday, back to work...that sucks. Oh well, at least the weekend has been good.
Tomorrow it's monday, back to work...that sucks. Oh well, at least the weekend has been good.
such as?
I've had the most amaing weekend. That's all
With someone special I take it
Kind of, yes.
You have noooo idea how many hours I spent as a nanny trying to explain that the wicked witch is only pretend.
I've had the most amaing weekend. That's all
With someone special I take it
Kind of, yes.
hahaha, what a guess
Kind of, yes.
your cruch?
When I shut the bathroom window before I was having shower, one of the glasses was shuttered.
The window itself is dodgy. It doesn't stay open, we have to put a piece of wood when it needs to be opened.
Other two glasses need to be replaced because they have cracks.
I spilled half a thermos of coffee on my light grey dress while on the train this morning. Now I have a huge stain on my dress, my sweater still feels a little sticky and I smell like coffee. Only 5.5 hours until I can make the journey home and change out of these dirty clothes. Things like this really bother me. A LOT.
You smell good to me...
I love the smell of coffee in the morning...it smells like...coffee.
How do you smell each other from 3000 miles away?
We are not 3,000 miles away from each other.
Tonight I was at a bar
with my good old friend and a new guy we just met. A new guy who was buying us drinks so we'd stay and talk to him even though we wanted to leave way earlier.
Anyway, my friend tells us this story about being in San Fransisco two weeks ago and witnessing a homeless women give birth to a baby on a sidewalk on the street of Haight Ashbury.He saw the head pooping out and everything,
it was a life altering experience, apparently, yet kinda funny at the same time. So my friend and I have this running joke about how our standards are really high or we have low self esteem or SOMETHING and we never get laid.
So I say, not thinking this third guy is listening to the same story, "WHAT? How come hobos are getting laid and we can't even get a date?"
Suddenly you can see the lightbulb go off on third party's head and suddenly I am the most interesting person in the room, i am sexy, my opinions are awesome, get her another drink, blah, blah, blah. He slips in that the backseat of his car is spacious and comfortable, it was kind of overwhelming/hilarious/creepy all at the same time.
So this is what my problem is. In my weird brain, I feel like I'm having one conversation that continues with the many people I meet. So I quietly assume, and especially when inebriated, that all parties to my conversation, WHATEVER conversation I have, are aware of my intention, motivation, values, ethics, etc. So when I make a joke, I assume that all parties to my conversation are in on it...when in reality, they are not. I guess its a little bit of "the-world-revolves-around-my-secret-dialogue syndrome that I falsely assume translates to my outer dialogue.
He asked for my email
and I was just not drunk enough to give him the wrong address. Forgive me father for i have sinned.