...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Stasis is the very essence of the crush It has come to that: I am turning bits of an article about Hugh Laurie's hotness into a blog title. My excuse is that nothing expresses the current theme of my life better. A lot has happened last month but nothing has really changed: after a second date and a rhyming sms from speed dating guy, I told him we shouldn't see each other again. I bought another pair of boring black shoes. I didn't get over my ex. Same old, same old.
When I compared the break-up with cold showers I didn't know that I would get a taste of the real thing a couple of weeks later. It doesn't kill me to get a daily wake-up kiss from Frosty the snowman but it sure doesn't make me stop dreaming about steaming hot tubs. Nonetheless, all good things must have an end in a world where "ultra-lasting" means "up to 5 days" (at least when referring to nail polish) and, if nothing more, it gives me something to talk to the felines when I've turned into crazy cat lady.
Futile attempts to keep the cheese out of Easter The plan was to see my old flatmate S's new flat and get drunk off my head during her traditional Easter pub crawl but in the end it's always the people that are the main attraction. Even more amazing than S's interior design taste is her ability to show how much she cares for you. So the London sun wasn't the only thing to enjoy during Easter, I could also bask in the warm glow of friendship (which incidentally doesn't give you icky tan lines, so friendship totally kicks sunshine in every aspect). That, and I sneaked off to see my ex when nobody was looking. Good weekend.