Somehow the sky seems not to have fallen or my house hasn’t spontaneously imploded even though I told Long-Distance Guy two nights ago that I had a blog and had mentioned him in my last post. (Hang on; I'm cueing up the Hallelujah Chorus on my CD player....)
After he insisted on checking it out, I started to find airfares to Siberia, where I could drown myself in Lake Baikal, the largest freshwater lake in the world.
And once he did read it and was okay with it. Slowly--oh, so slowly--but surely, the surplus blood began to flow down from my face to the rest of my body. My breathing started to return to normal. Of course, this didn't automatically stop me from feeling as though I was walking into a local store and all of a sudden realizing that I'm not wearing any pants. But I'm okay with that. (Figuratively. I still plan on wearing pants while visiting the local store.) It's a start, at least.
Will this less-than- dramatic twist of events alter anything? No. I mean, I'm not planning on doing anything drastic like watching what I say here (no way, that's ridiculous). I can say with a certain amount of confidence that Long-Distance Guy knows who I am, and I'm not going to change what I do here anymore than I'm going to change the laws of thermodynamics. Though I'm working on those.
If anything, I guess I feel a little relieved. This doesn’t have to be all hushed. And maybe just maybe he’ll get a glimpse of my life, of my friends and things he might not otherwise have gotten.
I realize I don't need to remind you of this but its Friday. This means that the weekend is here. I had the usual work week stuff going on. Nothing bad, just stressful. Getting to Friday was going to be tricky but I’m finally here. Which signals my need to tell you all the crap that I’m going to do this weekend? Instead of rambling paragraphs of prose, I have organized key activities (or inactivities as the case may be) :
Things to do this weekend:
- Watch a couple of movies
- Do lots of reading
- Sleep all friggin’ day
Things to not do this weekend:
-To not get out of bed.
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8 Pulses Say:
Siberia+Pants on the ground/left at home+laws of Thermodynamics(which law?)+Hallelujah Chorus+Smooth Criminal?!!!!!
*Licks Paws*
you know who!
Renaldo Moon.
some of the best 'signs' from the universe come when you're not even looking for it!
i love you; i do,
even if you dont fully understand all of the above ;)
and, i love the song!
:)
getting to know the man you love ? how nice , wish i had one to get to know ":-) thank you for the sweet comments , my fist time here :) will definitely be back :)
Ahh! I love what Meghana has said above. So apt. For you and for the rest of us. :)
long distance guy is turning out to be fun to follow.
and yeah, i love lady gaga's rule. its either the top or the bottom. so if you were wearing a shirt, then the pants had to be left at home. the store would so understand.
@Renaldo Moon: I must admit. I like your new name. Although I've to mention that you haven't lost the use of your paws. tee hee... thanks for coming by. *muah*
@Meghana: I always get a crush on the smart ass. Man, woman, child, whatever. You are a smart ass, I am sold. Love you too. :)
@Vintage Obsession: Haha.. I know I can get crushingly romantic at times. Sorry about that. Thanks for stopping by. :)
@Choco: Yes, good advice indeed. Life has got it's good parts.
@agent green glass: That just made me love you. And it's not the late evening alcohol taking. Just me. :)
damn. i've been missing out on all the long distance guy action.
@Mentalie: Not all, love. I saved the best parts for later. :))
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