Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me....

I just finished a telephonic chatter with the ole dear. She attempted (unsuccesfully) to stealthily slip into conversation that she happened to go on a jolly jaunt to the chiropractor the previous week, and he had discovered, after much japery, that she has next to no pain sensation in her feet, fingers or neck. She told me the story purely because she found it amusing.

She is a daft bloody hippy.

I constantly wonder what I would do without her. When she tells me she's been to the doctors, I always have the same gut reaction. It is as though someone is squeezing my bronchials tight, choking me from the inside out. As though someone has filled my lungs with dust and ash, and try as I might, I just can't breathe. Such is my fear of losing her.

I get scared that the last time I spoke to her will be the last time.

I get scared that I spoke too much about me, and never enough about her.

I get scared that she'll never know how astounded I am by her amazingness.

Often, after hanging up, I will find an excuse to call her back...
Just so I can tell her I love her again.

Cud and other such things....

RuminationRu`mi*na"tion\, n. [L. ruminatio: cf. F. rumination.]

1. The act or process of ruminating, or chewing the cud; the habit of chewing the cud.
2. The state of being disposed to ruminate or ponder; deliberate meditation or reflection.
3. (Physiol.) The regurgitation of food from the stomach after it has been swallowed, -- occasionally observed as a morbid phenomenon in man.

On the odd occasion that I scroll back through my old posts, I am somewhat saddened. I am disturbed by my preoccupation with the shitbag boy who defecated all over my life for four years. I want to give sad, broken one-year-ago-Me a massive hug and make sure she knows it's going to be ok.

I would like to get a big black marker and draw a line on my computer screen, separating pre and post-life-saving-epiphany.

Or, I would like to work out a way of chaptering my posts.
Technology has me beat.

I wish I had Stretch Armstrong limbs so I could reach to Frome just to touch her....

Without a doubt, one of the most astoundingly talented, beautiful and downright coolest ladies I have ever met. Lucky for me, I get to call her my best friend too... She lives in a beautiful little house in Frome (best bathtub in the land) with her delicious hubby Lu and their little terror-puppy Elvis.

She runs the rockin'est boutique, and I thought I would do a spot of pimping as I am desperately in love with everything she sells, and does and says.

http://www.deadlyisthefemale.com/home.php

Enjoy!
x

P.s - Claudina, mon cherie, tu me manque. Cannot wait for June!

Weekending

Favourite moments of my weekend thus far:

1. Finally getting to bed on Friday night. Unrivalled bliss.
2. Fleshing out mine and Trickey's plans for world domination.
3. Spending time with some of the loveliest people I've ever had the good fortune to meet.
4. Laughing so hard at Gem's 'noise' that cider bubbles burned my nostrils.

Once upon a midnight dreary...

I will never admit to anyone, all of the things you did to me.
I'm scared they will think I am stupid.