January 5th, 2003

I can fly!

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Well, I meant to sleep, but I got phone calls and texts and just woke up eventually. But, um, apparently flannelcat rang me, and I can't for the life of me remember it, and I wish he'd call again 'cause I really wanted to speak to him and I can't imagine why I didn't when he rang. ~bangs head on desk~

Oh, and looking through websites for photos (why do I need to stalk someone when I've met him already? I don't know...) I find that I can recognise him from a thumbnail photo in which he's mostly hidden by someone else. How? I recognise the hat. ~shakes head~ I've gotten too good at this, I'm starting to scare myself. ~laughs~

Later : I trust this one. This one was down-to-earth and noncommittal and (actually) only (actually) featured one catchphrase.
Let this stand as a record : I trust the conversation I just had. If it turns out that trust is misplaced - again - I can come back and look at this and give myself the appropriate kick in the head.
~sigh~ I didn't realise you were still reading my journal.

OK, I'm going to try to sleep again now.* I have to work tomorrow afternoon, but, flannelcat, text me when you're awake and available to be called tomorrow? Please? I'd like to speak to you and I'm sorry I was so hopeless as to answer the phone in my sleep...~s~

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*Oh, ok, once I've kicked KaZaA into downloading 'Last Train To Trancentral', because I'm a sentimental kitten, and it doesn't matter that I don't think it's a great song, I was standing on the edge of the Ballroom when it started and looking across the sea of faces searching for one that I knew wasn't there. And I danced to Non-Stop Violence and wept and choked on your name. Actually.
...the fuck? The whole of KaZaA has just decided to go into Wingdings! ~early hours of the morning hysterical giggles~ Honey, I can't decide if it's the KLF's fault or yours...
  • Current Music
    'The Beautiful People', Marilyn Manson.
Music

Lyrics.

I have an awful lot of thoughts spinning around my head this morning. In place of actually being able to write any of them down, I wandered off to try to find lyrics.
Here (snow-white fairest of them all)
Here (third song down for the boy who broke my girlish heart)
Here (you know who you are)
Here (because it's too funny not to link to)
And here (don't you wish you were coming to see me sooner?)...

Too many thoughts to even get a few of them down; in any case most of them I couldn't really say here.

And ~sigh~ I want a metal collar.

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"Yes, Your Majesty; No, Your Majesty.
Tell us how low to go, Your Majesty;
Make some more decrees, Your Majesty,
Don't let us up off out knees, Your Majesty.
Give us a kick, if you please Your Majesty
Give us a kick, if you would, Your Majesty-
Oh, That was good, Your Majesty!"

- from 'The King And I'. No, really.
  • Current Music
    'Let's Go To Bed', No Angels.
Music

Excuse me?

Can anyone give a decent excuse for never having mentioned Assemblage 23 to me before? I mean, olethros played them at The Calling once but even then I had to go and work out what it was all by myself...(And is everything as good as 'I Am The Rain' and 'Document', anyway?)

~sigh~ Damn, I want to dance again. Maybe I'll head over to Electric Dreams Monday even though nobody I know is going to be there...

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  • Current Music
    'Document', Assemblage 23.
I can fly!

Running to work, but...

...asrana, ~hugs~, I love you. Hope I managed to make you smile. ~mwah~

And flannelcat, you're utterly lovely. Thank you.

~kitten hurriedly pulls on boots - yay, puss in boots! ~g~ - and hurries out the door~

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  • Current Music
    'Let's Go To Bed', No Angels.
(I've tried patience)

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Fuck. I hate the sound of my heart breaking.
I hate the sound of me crying out in pain at it.
I hate the feeling of tears dripping onto my clothes.

All I wanted was something that was quietly mine, for a while. No chance of that, now.

And, boyofbadgers, can I perhaps borrow the t-shirt until I can get one of my own made? I don't know, when will I learn? Why is the only thing I can ever be optimistic about the only thing I always *know* I'll be disappointed by?

Why is the only thing someone can be reliable about an ability to be entirely unreliable?

And, nisaba...~hugs~ We love him, too. Still on for Thursday?

I'll make a phonecall now and I can't explain why it's all wrong so I suppose I have to pretend that it's all right.

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(I've tried patience)

Heh.

A character : You wouldn't even necessarily have to know if they were going out, or anything.
Me : Yeah, but remember, on LiveJournal, bedsprings squeak very loudly.

I don't know...I should feel better, I guess...but I don't.

~shrug~ I guess I'll find food, and see what's on TV, and just do person-on-their-own-in-the-house stuff, and mooch. And tomorrow I can get some serious geeking done, as I've nothing to do (and thus will be making tapes for flannelcat and updating my music collection database, finally)...

Hmm. Actually, music. It might make me feel better. ~goes off to paw through CDs~

Oh, and, wechsler? I love you. ~HUGS~
So there.

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  • Current Music
    'Last Train To Trancentral', The KLF.