About guys.

( A few amusing anecdotes )

Oh, since something reminded me

...and since I was talking about Lizzie and Sam...

I have also been accused, twice, of sounding like a phone sex operator, once by each of said ladies. Of course, I was messing around one of those times, but Lizzie also claims that my normal "receptionist voice" is very, welll.... anyways. I got her back for the "Francesca's Pussy Palace" crack.

"I want a Charles Wallace to make me cocoa"

Show of hands for those who recognize that?

I also want the night to be windy and wild, and I want someone to recite with me:

With _______ in this fateful hour
I place all heaven in its power
The sun with its whiteness
The snow with its brightness
The fire with all the strength it hath
The lightning with its rapid wrath
The winds with their swiftness along their path
The sea with its deepness
The rocks with their steepness
The earth with its starkness
All these I place
By God's almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness.

I know, ANOTHER entry.

During a conversation earlier today, in which my friend was talking excitedly about her plans for tonight, I drifted into thoughts of all the dates that never happened with Jeff for some STUPID reason or other. (Like he had to know what it was even though it was supposed to be a surprise, or he didn't bother to put in for ONE DAY off work) I had to go off into the back to not just grumble until I ruined her evening, too.

So I guess that's part of why I'm going back over old stuff tonight.

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( From over a year and a half ago )

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( From RPG Story, one month later )

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And this. ( Moment of clarity. )

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"I don't think he can hear the loneliness in my voice. Perhaps I have learned too well how to mask it.

Perhaps other distractions have a stronger draw than my voice."

Oh, to heck with THAT.

Know what? There's no frickin' point to that last entry. It's grumpy. I'm thinking of putting it on private or deleting it. Because ultimately, there's this:

I am. All of that past which is so close to this present does not change where and who I am right now. It created me, but only my present will create my future.

There's a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck-free

Though I respect that a lot, I'd be fired if that was my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming argonauts

Bluebird of friendliness, like guardian angels it's always near