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Hi, shall we get it on or do you want me to buy you a drink first?
2012
unknownj
So two hours left of work, it's been a reasonably short day thank goodness... Two more days, then a day off, then one day, then a weekend, and then a final week. All in all, that's not so terribly bad, considering how long the summer was looking at the end of June.

I really do think in terms of LiveJournal posts. When I remember doing stuff, the narrative in my head runs through how I'd describe it in my journal. Rather than how my memory used to be, it's now far more a series of pictures, illustrated by a monologue talking the 'reader' through what those images really mean and how they're relevant and stuff. It's an interesting way to think, though I'm not entirely sure how well it will suit the fact that I'm in my last year of a maths degree and need to be able to remember all the maths. In theory though, I think that anything that alters the nature of my memory is probably going to be doing so for the better - it's hard to imagine that I would grow to have a worse memory through some mechanism like this... After all, my journal helps me with remembering things....

Randomly, how does one get their head around the idea that, to the one good thing in your life, you might be the one bad thing in theirs?

I'm a master of exaggeration, so disregard statements as appropriate, because I throw things around that I shouldn't. In an unrelated tangent, I am also a master of heat generation. I can think of at least three people at Liam's party who commented that I'm hot, purely from a temperature point of view. People were randomly getting cold, see, and it turns out that I'm an oven, so I had lots of people cuddling up to me. Hooray.

I also gave shoulder massages to anybody who'd sit still enough within arms reach, and got various compliments about that. I'm glad I took the time to learn how to do those properly now, because it's always a useful talent to have, and I'm running short of those.

Wow, it's angst time. That tends to coincide with me ceasing to write, for the sake of all concerned.

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Well, we established that heat was psychosomatic at David's, didn't we?

Yeah, but don't tell the girls that - it was fun to cuddle up to people :o)

It's sex first, buy them a drink afterwards. After all, what would be the point of having a drink before you've worked up a thirst?

On another note, I see through your thinly veiled attempt to perpetuate the myth that you are "hawtt"

Randomly, how does one get their head around the idea that, to the one good thing in your life, you might be the one bad thing in theirs?
I think i know what you mean by that... and... dont let yourself see it as 'the one bad thing'. It would be just the same with anyone else. *hugs*

People were randomly getting cold, see, and it turns out that I'm an oven, so I had lots of people cuddling up to me.
You *are*. Hence i laid next to you, since i couldnt stand the smoke from the fire at Reading. You're a very good hot water bottle :D


I never got a shoulder massage :(

~cries~

just because you hate me and i smell...it's no excuse :P

I do not, and no you don't. You just obviously didn't bother sitting directly in front of me...

well, considering the amount of nudity on your part, it probably wouldn't have been a great idea...

I flashed three times, and there was a picture. I can be more naked than that. I'll prove it sometime :oP

~tries to look enthusiastic~

~fails~

That's not what you said on MSN ;o)

i think in terms of livejournal posts aswell, even thinking about thinking about live journal post, i formulate ideas about how to write it in a live journal post. Its just silly...

Yeah, likewise.... I walk along and I either plan out LJ posts, or I think about the past in LJ-post-form, or.... It's very much an all-consuming thing, but I don't mind so much, because I can think of worse things to occupy my mind with..

You know its getting bad when you are stood there doing the washing up and thinking... how can i make this sound interesting...

*please dont get naked*

Ask me all you want, but if Marna tells me to get naked, I'm gonna get naked ;o)

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