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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Everybody needs therapy, some are just to stubborn (or weak) to admit it. Take me for instance. I was quite content sitting in the 'lounge' sipping my Kir and feeling my throat shrivel and gag at all the smoke consuming us. I was quite happy (or resigned) to the comfortable silence between us and indulge in unproductive thoughts as I stared at some Japanese cooking show flashing on the unecessarily huge plasma screen.
'You've got to snap out of it'
'No. Ok, well maybe, but I can't ok. I just can't. It's too much of a habit'
The more I stared at that sodding Kir the more I needed to get out of the den of a place. I could barely breathe from the amount I wolfed down at dinner and the self-pity I was feeling wasn't helping. So we hopped into a cab and went down to some sleazy old bar (of which I forget the name of) to meet J and friends. I seriously have never been to a joint like that. Not even in my dreams. It was next to the sleazy place I got my tattoo. Both places appeared to have some competition going on between the two of them as to who can out-sleaze the other. The cafe won hands down.
The point is, tonight was a strange night. I met Nigel, who would have guessed, AND Darryl, my first boyfriend. We had moved the party to Zouk and it was the first time I saw him in 4 yrs. I pretended not to notice him over the bar casually glancing over his head but he found me first.
'Hey, you're Lavinia right?'
'Yea.. and you are... Oh! Darryl! Darryl right!' ( Pssh, as phony as anything, but hey, we swapped numbers and that was it).
I'm really glad that despite the fact I wasn't too great to him ,all is forgiven and we can treat each other with enough warmth and humour, I like that.
Big up on the free drinks. Anna bought me one and this random German guy got me one too. Sweet.
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Caught Transamerica yesterday. It was good. I like to think I'm pretty openminded but I draw the line at seeing the shadow of balls through transluscent panties *shudder*. Felicity Huffman was brilliant, but there were some bits (no pun intended) where I just found myself nodding off to sleep.
Had a few drinks, and then another few cigs before getting caught in the middle of a fight between my aunt and my headstrong cousin. I hate being in positions like that.
Anyway, I'm being eaten alive by mosquitos right now so this is it.
'You've got to snap out of it'
'No. Ok, well maybe, but I can't ok. I just can't. It's too much of a habit'
The more I stared at that sodding Kir the more I needed to get out of the den of a place. I could barely breathe from the amount I wolfed down at dinner and the self-pity I was feeling wasn't helping. So we hopped into a cab and went down to some sleazy old bar (of which I forget the name of) to meet J and friends. I seriously have never been to a joint like that. Not even in my dreams. It was next to the sleazy place I got my tattoo. Both places appeared to have some competition going on between the two of them as to who can out-sleaze the other. The cafe won hands down.
The point is, tonight was a strange night. I met Nigel, who would have guessed, AND Darryl, my first boyfriend. We had moved the party to Zouk and it was the first time I saw him in 4 yrs. I pretended not to notice him over the bar casually glancing over his head but he found me first.
'Hey, you're Lavinia right?'
'Yea.. and you are... Oh! Darryl! Darryl right!' ( Pssh, as phony as anything, but hey, we swapped numbers and that was it).
I'm really glad that despite the fact I wasn't too great to him ,all is forgiven and we can treat each other with enough warmth and humour, I like that.
Big up on the free drinks. Anna bought me one and this random German guy got me one too. Sweet.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Caught Transamerica yesterday. It was good. I like to think I'm pretty openminded but I draw the line at seeing the shadow of balls through transluscent panties *shudder*. Felicity Huffman was brilliant, but there were some bits (no pun intended) where I just found myself nodding off to sleep.
Had a few drinks, and then another few cigs before getting caught in the middle of a fight between my aunt and my headstrong cousin. I hate being in positions like that.
Anyway, I'm being eaten alive by mosquitos right now so this is it.
She Is Electric X 7:14:00 PM