holy majoly. did you know that j. geils was not the lead singer of the band but the guitarist. i. did. not. know. that. how fascinating is that fact.
the coolest guys father is also cool. when he sends us mail he addresses it to Sarah G**** and Ian K****** and not to Mr and Mrs I. K****** like just about everyone else does. i realise that its hard for some people to comprehend that i could have got married and NOT taken my husbands name but i didn't and they know that so why do they have such a hard time using my proper moniker.
the coolest guy called me at work earlier and said "soooo!!! do you want to?". "yes please" i replied followed by "do i want to what??". evidently he had sent me an email but the pigeon that was delivering it hadn't yet arrived. so anyway, he was going to order us tickets for lord of the rings online since the local cinema was all sold out for the next million years. this in its self is cool but when you consider the fact that he's not a big fan of fantasy movies (except where there are two ladies getting it on) and he's not all that bothered about seeing "lord of the dance" (as he calls it) its really really really cool. he is the best.
btw i have been doing way too much coolest guy worship here lately. tomorrow i will have to divulge some stories that show he's far from the angel i sometimes portray (lets face it, if he really was a total angel i wouldn't want him so much).
5:48 p.m. - December 16, 2002
we put the christmas tree up on saturday morning. i dragged the coolest guy out bed to see how small it was. i had forgotten that we bought a tiny tree the year we arrived here because the apartment we were living in to begin with was the size of a glorified cupboard. i put a few baubles on the branches while the coolest guy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and found some clothes. he then took the baubles off so that he could put the lights on it. i wanted just red and white lights, he wanted the multi-coloured ones and so began our usual christmas tree squabbling. i made us tea while we bickered. in the end i got my way (mainly because i don�t think he really gave a toss what colour lights we used) and the tree looks very sweet and very colour coordinated in gold, silver and red. i live for moments. putting up the tree, bickering and all, was a moment.
we went to a house party on sunday. we forgot to take a baby. everyone else seemed to have one or two of them. at one point the kitchen was full of smart but casual fathers of all different ethnic backgrounds holding tiny infants in their arms. "it's like a benetton advert" the coolest guy said. alli and i laughed and then we all left.
4:03 p.m. - December 16, 2002
i�m really rather talky today but i can�t seem to find an appreciative audience for my drivel so here i am again.
i was so busy being happy in the warmth of a cuddle that i forgot to get up for work this morning. i had 15 minutes to tame my wild bushy hair, make and drink a cup of tea (which is utterly essential to my well being), find something smart but casual to wear (which looked as though i had put at least a modicum of thought into colour coordination) wash, clean my teeth, slap on some make-up (without getting face powder and foundation on every surface in a ten mile radius) and find something interesting to take for lunch. my riffling though the fridge and cupboards produced an apple, a banana, some crackers and soft cheese and a handful of former grapes. i ate the banana upon arrival at work, i ate half the crackers and cheese at 11am, i ate the remaining crackers and cheese at 1pm and then i sat back and thought �fuck it i�m still really hungry�. i tipped my purse out onto my desk and found 1 quarter, 2 dimes and 5 cents. whoo hooo, i didn�t think. then i remembered the tinned zesty italian complete tuna meal in my draw, which i had abandoned a few weeks ago because i decided i didn�t like it. i have just eaten the aforementioned zesty italian complete tuna meal and it tasted a lot better than i remembered. plus all the veggies are mini sized, as is the fork you get to eat it with and i�m a sucker for teeny tiny doll sized things (except, obviously, when it comes to something like a penis).
i have a variety of social engagements this week, which is good because when i don�t have things planned i tend to get bored and depressed and annoying. the fact that one of those things happens to be a new episode of buffy is irrelevant. friday night i am going for drinkies with dee after work, thursday i think i�m going brit pop night �clubbing� (i hate that word but its marginally better than saying i�m going out �dancing� because that sounds like i�m about 65 and i�m attending a tea dance) with ali and her cousin. tuesday is buffy (and a party in my building if we can be arsed to go) and wednesday is lord of the rings part deux which i am going to see even if it means sitting in the isle (yes i am sad and pathetic) we also have plans for sunday night with ali and G but saturday night is still wide open so if anyone wants to go for a few drinks let me know :)
2:31 p.m. - December 16, 2002
the weather tricked me. i went for a walk at lunch time and it was dry outside so i didn't take my brolly, since as everyone knows i hate carrying round a wet stick with soggy material on the end unless i'm 100% sure i'm going to be dealing with monsoon weather. but then when i left the mall to return to work i found that the rain had begun to pour. the weather may have tricked me but what it doesn't know is that the rain turns my hair into soft shiny ringlets which i like to play with.
"i want to see the elves and hobbits and i want to see them now!!!!! " is what i wrote. he wrote back and asked me if i was going to dress like a dragonslayer to see the movie. i told him that was a silly and childish idea and anyway i already look like a "lady hobbit". :)
so for those who haven't noticed, it's christmas soon. i have mixed feelings about christmas. i don't totally love it but i don't hate it either. the best christmas day i ever had was when the coolest guy and i were in india, which goes to show that family and friends are not always necessary for a cracking good time. which is a good thing since we are once again famililess this christmas. we have made a reservation here for christmas lunch and i would not be lying if i said that i'm kind of glad i have the coolest guy to myself for the day. we plan on getting up late, dressing in our sunday best (or the modern equivalent) for dinner and then coming home and watching movies and stuffing our faces with choccies and alcohol. despite the fact we are without family for christmas we do have our bestest friends from england coming to visit on boxing day which is going to be totally excellent (and not just because we are spending a week snowboarding up in whistler). i am already anticipating having face ache from laughing by the time they leave.
1:20 p.m. - December 16, 2002
i had a horrible dream last night. the coolest guy didn't want to be with me anymore. he had met a girl named julie on a legal course we were taking and he was too busy with her and her buddies to even be my friend anymore. one of the worst parts of the dream was saying goodbye to his family. the coolest guys sister was calling me "sis" long before it was official and his dad has been like a second father to me. saying goodbye to them hurt almost as much as having to let the coolest guy walk out of my life.
obviously when i woke up i had a good shout at the coolest guy for being so mean to me in my dream. he curled around me in the bed, held me tightly and told me sleepily that he would never leave me. i guess i believe him.
8:54 a.m. - December 16, 2002
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