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Oct. 8th, 2004 02:15 pmThank you, everyone who reassured me yesterday. I really needed that. Every now and again us single people have these periods of existential uncertainty. And there's this whole cycle of loathing there- nobody loves me, and I suck because I *care* that nobody loves me, and I should be above that, and I should be happy in myself, but I'm not because nobody loves me... It's all messy.
Today I feel better. I have lovely lovely friends, online and off. I climbed halfway up a mountain... well. Not so much a mountain. More a big hill, really. But far enough to make me wheeze, which is certainly more exercise than I've had in a long time. Smaller and I communed with sheep, and ate prawn mayonnaise sandwiches, and then I went to the cinema and watched Wimbledon. Dear *fucking* god that man is stunning. No, really. And there was gratuitous arse, overlaid with "stay don't go" by Spoon. Hurrah!
Last night was also grand. Went out for a bit of indie disco, and I reckon that was what I'd been missing. Submitted my request sheet and the very next song was one off there- Crazy Game of Poker by Of a Revolution, which is one of the best songs I've ever heard. Straight after that was another of my requests- He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot by Grandaddy. Good bloody DJ, good bloody night out, royally screwed on a tenner and no hangover today.
Now? Now I'm pretty happy. I don't need love. I'll settle down happily with a DVD player and a Wimbledon DVD, and write Peter/Dieter slash.
Cheers, all. You rock.
Today I feel better. I have lovely lovely friends, online and off. I climbed halfway up a mountain... well. Not so much a mountain. More a big hill, really. But far enough to make me wheeze, which is certainly more exercise than I've had in a long time. Smaller and I communed with sheep, and ate prawn mayonnaise sandwiches, and then I went to the cinema and watched Wimbledon. Dear *fucking* god that man is stunning. No, really. And there was gratuitous arse, overlaid with "stay don't go" by Spoon. Hurrah!
Last night was also grand. Went out for a bit of indie disco, and I reckon that was what I'd been missing. Submitted my request sheet and the very next song was one off there- Crazy Game of Poker by Of a Revolution, which is one of the best songs I've ever heard. Straight after that was another of my requests- He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot by Grandaddy. Good bloody DJ, good bloody night out, royally screwed on a tenner and no hangover today.
Now? Now I'm pretty happy. I don't need love. I'll settle down happily with a DVD player and a Wimbledon DVD, and write Peter/Dieter slash.
Cheers, all. You rock.
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 11:00 pm (UTC)(P.S. Write Peter/Dieter slash. I want it!)
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Date: 2004-10-09 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-09 04:35 am (UTC)Love you!
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Date: 2004-10-09 07:46 am (UTC)(Not to self. DON'T LEAVE YOUR NICE CARDBOARD ASTRONAUT FIANCE-MAN AT THE ALTAR. IT IS RUUUDE)
Peter/Dieter. Training buddies. They get sweaty together 300 days a year. Dieter has a sense of humour for him. Their love is a rhyming couplet. HOW CAN ANYONE RESIST!?!