Filed under: The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me
Filed under: The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: two lovers in a bathroom
S says:
Cmon you know you were an immensely hard person to date. If I’d ever thought about death, you definitely nudged me into it
S says:
We don’t need weapons of mass destruction while we’ve still got Josie 
Josie. says:
you bastard!
S says:
If we had to go through those years again, I wont have made it out alive
Josie. says:
Those were good times weren’t they?
S says:
True. I miss being young, in love with you and foolish
Me too, Shaun.
Me too.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: reindeer games, sometimes I can be such a cunt, tough love
Don’t even know how to begin this entry because I’m not quite sure who’s currently reading this (well I have a general presumptuous idea but I am still uncertain). I rather enjoy directly addressing people when I write so I wish you’d give me an indication of whether you’re stalking me (!!! and not otherwise, please)
If you are, I propose we make a game out of it just to keep things exciting. Every time I write a new entry, how about you slyly refer to it during dinner so you can watch me squirm in my seat.
Good talk last night; I’m beginning to realize that this will never progress to anything more than verbal sparring because between the both of us, it’s quite obvious that there might just be a little too much arrogance in the room. We talk too much. We don’t really like the same things. You’re not emotionally damaged enough for me. I won’t treat you nice (sorry I don’t paint pictures of people so they’d look pretty). I’m won’t back the fuck down in case you were wondering…it’s simply not my style – much rather spend my time bleeding people dry. Seeing this through till Ground Zero.
Nnnghh, so sick of humanity. Humans can be so fucking stupid sometimes.
Filed under: Travel | Tags: bintan, vacation, here's to just being friends
Our weekend trip to Bintan was delightful. There wasn’t really much to do on the island except read, talk and take long walks – a nice change from my disgustingly overbooked social calendar. Tres relaxing. So much time with so little to do, mmm..D said idle minds and hands are a devil’s work tools.
But, nothing happened – aren’t you fucking proud of me. We kept our hands where we could see them. Ok, it’s not like I had the heart to tell him “Take your goddamned paws off my ass” anyway.
So we played Couple for everyone at the beach sans hooking up or having our lips meet…it was Hallmark-worthy. What happens in Cabo, stays in Cabo. We definitely could’ve given Stephen and Kristin a run for their money. Good news is after spending more than 72 hours with the boy, I still do not feel like killing him – quite a feat. He has surpassed most of the exceedingly low expectations I’ve set for him.
Here are some shittily resized pictures, the rest of them are on my Facebook.
Filed under: The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: on an island in the sun, lobo, shady shack, bintan, partay
Off to hang out with Lobo at the Shady Shack in Bintan. Weather reports predict thunderstorms. I am going to have so much fun getting plastered, drenched in the rain, struck by lightning and eaten alive by mozzies.
Have a dismal Single & Bitter party this 14th of February you guys HA HA!
1 entry marked private-mode and another locked behind a shitty password, and I’m feeling terrible that you wouldn’t ever be able to read it. Sharing is caring but it seems I should be more concerned about how other people feel – an excellent mantra to live life by if you want to hop over to the goody side. I am really looking forward to spending the next 12092849 days of my existence, paralyzed in fear of what other people might say of me.
Barring any further mention of candid exchanges of heart songs, this has been an excellent weekend. Too much talking on Friday so D and I went ahead with drinks and I met up the Kraut for more frivolous fun. Doctor Dan has left the building – the Expat team will be back from N. Korea in two weeks which leaves me with very little to do next weekend, even more so since Fi will be in Oz. Too many glasses of vodka and something else later, I stumbled out of Home and into my bed.
Some party-pooping ensued on Saturday evening at Butter Factory. We got to Home just in time for 15 minutes of an Al Doyle set. Fi and I danced till our feet hurt.
This is such a pointless entry. Pictures from the WHAT HAPPENED?? party will be up on facebook soon. Our intoxicated faces = sexy sexy time! Stay tuned, cool cats.
Filed under: Life
POST SCRIPT: I wrote this entry, too much alcohol later. So just a forewarning that the emotions then and the emotions now might have slightly altered. Still, my intoxicated typing skills impress me.
Just another unspecific entry to another unspecific person:
You’re alone on this one. I’m sure you don’t mean it. We never do.
I’m sorry I can’t. It was fun while it lasted; who we were then. I’m drunk out of my mind but this, this still doesn’t feel right. Just a faint murmur of regret, our poetic re-telling of an unfortunate seduction. If you still don’t know what I’m going on about or how it even happened, that night you didn’t just steal my necklace, you stole my heart which I wore on my sleeve.
I’m sorry for what could have been or what couldn’t. Peachy-keen only lasts effective sans the alcohol and in the daylight.
On a separate note, I know you’re still reading this – I don’t need to be checked up on, I assure you I have been a very good little girl recently!
More importantly, I hope you realize that it doesn’t matter if you win or I win, we’re still all losers in this.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: do you like to hurt - i do i do, emotions and other disasters
Reporting to you live via my cellphone on the way home from yet another weekday slumber party (josie you minx!). I hate paying for taxi surcharges so much more than sneaking in and out at 7 in the morning, feeling like last night’s dirty whore – just for dramatic effect I think I will reach into my underwear and pull out loose change to pay for the fare.
This time around though I am far more rested than before. Oddly enough I spent the majority of the early morning tossing in the bed, lying through my teeth and mulling over trivialities. That sinking uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach is still there, and it gets a little worse every time. If I could describe how it felt I would liken it to the effect you get when the cute blonde girl in slasher flicks hears a noise and decides to ‘check things out’. Somebody, is going to get hurt real bad.
Sure you make my heart beat ten times faster. But only because I’m going into cardiac arrest. Maybe Ben Gibbard was right, love really is watching someone die.
