A Man Said to the Universe, "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the Universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation" -Stephan Crane

Friday, May 20, 2005

The beauty of the "txt"

"Hey do you remember [Mae]?"

"Why?"

"Apparently she's just written a book called 101 things to do with a beanbag chair and you've got a mention"

"I have no idea what your talking about"

"Well obviously the night stuck in her memory better than it did in yours.."

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Sprung cleaning

When I went to work yesterday there was a pile of garbage next to the door, the kitchen was disgusting (featuring tomato spattered walls behind the oven, science project fruit bowl, and something sticky covering ninety percent of the floor) and the bathroom shower had a distinctly slimey feel in the corners.

When I got home the apartment reeked of lemon but everything was tidy and clean and neat and guilt-inducing.

I'm thinking, as I walk in, that this isn't a good sign because generally when someone goes on a cleaning binge it means either they're too stressed for words, they're procrastinating from some undesirable task or they're really pissed off.

A little dodging around the subject and I'm pretty sure it's pissed off, and mostly because The Boy has not called in a few days, maybe for a week? And she's disappointed because it seemed like this guy wasn't a Guy and actually called when he was supposed to, and remembered important things.

I wish I got constructive when I was bummed. Mostly I just watch TV and go for long dramatic walks.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Drained

I am really rather stressed at the moment. There is a lot of stuff I have to get done for university, my place of work is currently understaffed and they're scheduling me on for eight hour shifts nearly every day and it seems everyone I know is having a Drama. All of which means that I'm feeling very thin at the moment.

For example, last night a friend of mine walked three hours in the dark to come see me. He wanted to tell me that a night club that he really loves is being forced to close down.

Yeah. I didn't believe that's why he came either.

He's just broken up with his girlfriend (who was a bisexual come to think of it-coinkydink? I think not) who is already seeing other people and he's still in the chocolate cake eating where did things go wrong stage. The thing is though...I was just too tired and too worn out and too over people in general that I couldn't handle him and sent him on his way with a pile of paper referring to the laws this nightclub of his has supposedly violated.

This working schtick sucks neh?

Monday, May 02, 2005

Fortune cookies

They don't taste that good, do they? Sort of like the inside of a sugary cereal box would taste.

My fortune though...what a gem of wisdom...

"Better to let a fool kiss you than to be fooled by a kiss."

Given recent events I'm not feeling enlightened by this, just as though someone/thing is having a bit of a laugh.

I did recently get the opportunity to laugh myself though when I asked a guy I work with for his phone number.

"You know I'm gay, right?"

"That's nice. So am I."

He was just a little embarassed.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Worst. Date. Ever.

I don't ask for much, really I don't...

My flight down to Melbourne was delayed by, roughly, a million years so I was late the first night and only arrived at about 9:30, too late for the proposed early dinner date with my ex-pseudo-girlfriend.

Not to be detered we met up the next day for coffee, even if it was later than planned following my inadvertant tour of Melbourne on the public transport system of confusing maps and drivers who won't speak above an irritating mumble.

Eventually I got there, apologised for being late, made with the standard idle chit chat, and then there was about ten minutes of awkward silence until she asked what was wrong.

I said I didn't know.

She said she didn't either especially since we used to be able to talk for hours.

I had a nasty suspicion that it was because she was hiding something from me since in the past whenever she felt guilty she'd stop talking and act very awkwardly until she spilt.

I asked if she really didn't know?

She said that she didn't.

I said, ok fine. But you can tell me if there's something wrong.

She asked me to drop it.

I dropped it.

Things improved, there was talking and little to no weirdness until her boyfriend showed up.

ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH.

NEVER again will I date a bisexual.