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Saturday, January 01, 2005

Diagnosis 

Highlights of my thoughts for today:

Why is it that women tend to rest their head on men's shoulders? What's with the cliche? Watching a film today, I noticed that it seemed to be some sort of crescendo like moment when, in a taxi, a woman rested her head on her guy's shoulder. I know that I do it myself. I know that I only do it under certain circumstances - I have to like the guy quite a bit, I have to be comfortable with him, and it has to feel right.

For some reason, I'm thinking that I need to stop reading about the UK. And I should practice active avoidance when it comes to film and television when said film and television shows are set in the UK. I'm starting to recognize randomly occurring thoughts about how it would be such fun to live there.

Despite my incredible shopping skills of late, I am of the opinion that I have not nearly enough lacy or sexy garments. I'll have to remedy that.

I've actually really missed cooking and don't know what happened to put a small pause in my cooking habits. I've got to find the spice shop that sells Indian spices. I should likely get to the store to buy foodstuffs, however that requires it to be a weekday in this country.

I keep commenting that I really want another tattoo, but I haven't the faintest idea what I could possibly get done. I think that I might have convinced myself today that I don't need another tattoo.

Being open to suggestion from certain people, I started looking for a weekend vacation to take in the next couple of months. I commented to family on Christmas that I probably won't do much traveling in the next year, but why not? I can certainly afford the time it takes to get to another country for a weekend.

I didn't actually leave my flat today, but I do recall putting on my new perfume. I have yet to figure out what's wrong with me.

I think it might be a case of the crazies.

notes:
>>I am of the opinion that I have not nearly enough lacy or sexy garments<<

See, this is why you should listen to your friends more often.
 
And what do my friends know about my lacy and sexy garments! ;) I should hope not so much...
 
It's called friends with benefits darling.
 
Of all of my friends, I can't think of any of those kind with those kind of benefits! Admit it! You just wanna see my knickers! ;)
 
I'd reply but children might be reading this.
 
Oh, now we're playing coy? I see how it is...
 
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> Despite my incredible shopping skills of late, I am of the opinion that I have not nearly enough lacy or sexy garments. I'll have to remedy that.

We recall trying to help not too long ago... what ever happened to those plans concerning corsetry?
 
I got lazy.

Well that and I forgot about it.

So all in all, laziness and shitty memory... bad combination. I'm just sayin'.
 
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