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Learning Things

I've learned this weekend that:
  • Involuntary spasms from stress are a sign that things are not right. Doubly so if they mean I can't roll a cigarette.
  • Different people deal with stress and depression in different ways, and I need some new ones.
  • People's perceptions of other interpersonal things do not always match reality. Fuck'em if they can't realise this.
  • It's possible to have a hangover despite not drinking anywhere as much as normal.
  • Everything's fine when things are happening. Afterwards, people ask me things or try to tell me ten things at once, it all goes to shit.
  • Even when it feels like everything's falling apart, other people think things work fine.
But anyway. It's half eleven on Sunday night. Opening the stage up to the world.

Talk to me before the week starts, give me something to get me through the day tomorrow. Tell me who you are and who you want to be. Tell me something strange, something sexy, and something that's just plain wrong.

Most importantly, talk to me.


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Oct. 23rd, 2005 10:51 pm (UTC)
I still picture you as Stitch, from time to time.

I want to be a famous director's go-to guy. No glory, no credit, but utterly indispensible when the flick's gotta get made.

iTunes is now playing When the Weight Comes Down, by the Tragically Hip.
Oct. 23rd, 2005 10:55 pm (UTC)
Ask, and ye shall Receive
I am Jay,
I am loved, hated, adored, feared, respected and loathed, the sum of all who know me and what I choose to show them. I want to be the reason for someone getting up in the morning, and I want them to be mine.

Strange: You can't kill someone by throwing a penny off a skyscraper.

Sexy: I woman I later found out to be a lesbian asked if she could sleep with me once to win a bet with her housemate. I declined.

Plain Wrong: Last month I had to watch a man who must have been close on to 80 desperately try to re-assure a woman he was not a paedophile after the reaction she gave him for saying hello to the toddler at her side.
Oct. 23rd, 2005 11:16 pm (UTC)
The angry userpic makes me hot and desirous of bedroom activities involving rope and a riding crop. Please don't tell me you're going to tease me like that and not be up to the challenge.

Oct. 23rd, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)
What's pink and chunky?

....A baby with leprosy!
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:47 am (UTC)
I don't know who I am, but I know I'm who I want to be. Elephants and airport security do not mix. Not getting asked to remove your boots is a good thing.

I appear to be experiencing a brain meltdown. And the face on a computer game box is giving me the eye.
Oct. 24th, 2005 03:21 am (UTC)
I often wonder about a version of me who lives without my ambitions and without Jessica. I'd like to meet him, and ask about his life.

This thought sometimes keeps me awake for hours at night.
Oct. 24th, 2005 08:25 am (UTC)
I am grounded but want to be free. I'm responsible but want to be wild.

If you like a lotta chocolate on your _______ join our cult (insert as appropriate)
Oct. 24th, 2005 11:41 am (UTC)
> Tell me who you are and who you want to be. Tell me something strange, something sexy, and something that's just plain wrong.

I am Nicky, and fundamentally that is who I want to be.

On my desk there is a calendar for 2004 which is a cardboard pyramid with an eye logo at the top.

Sorry, am going to bottle out of the "something sexy" I'm afraid.

Conversations about Ewoks with original_aj and zotz are just plain wrong.
Oct. 24th, 2005 12:03 pm (UTC)
who: I'm Bear.. er, Candace, and i want to be.. pretty. Desired. Loved. *nods*

strange: all children have imaginary friends at some point, and it's normal.. grown ups tolerated it until a certain age. I always wondered what became of those friends when the kid -didn't- grow up and move past the need for one.

sexy: short skirt, 20-eye docs, red and black striped thigh highs.. shirt optional, bra a must. Best sex ever after meeting him at the airport. Repeat performance in March '06, promised to be against the car. Then again, that might have crossed the line of sexy, to just.. sex.

and finally.. something that's just plain wrong: back to imaginary friends, and children. Overhearing a (one sided) conversation between my smallest child and her imaginary friend.. she blinked at nothingness about two feet away from her.. snapped her head to me as if what she'd just heard was proven correct.. and laughed. Grinning at me, she ran over and hugged my leg.. beaming beautiful blue eyes up to me and said.. "Silly mommy! My friend said no worry.. he won't kill us."
Oct. 24th, 2005 12:13 pm (UTC)
Tell me who you are
I am The Clovenhoof hear me Roar!
who you want to be.
I’m quite happy with who I am at the moment, so I’ll just be me.
Tell me something strange
I can make a farty sound by squishing my hands together.
something sexy
cunilingus if fun!
something that's just plain wrong.
I saw a woman dressed in what looked like a giant yellow condom yesterday… I think it was supposed to be a raincoat.
Oct. 24th, 2005 12:55 pm (UTC)
Anne Widdicome covered in Seville marmalade and horse linament, rimming the saggy piles of Margaret Thathcer.

That should count for someone as under at least most of the above headings.
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