I remember the first time I met you in person.
The whamm of your aura as you bounced out of the car. The helloooo in your beautiful, full-bodied, powerful, sing-song voice that I love so dearly, that resonates within my very soul. The HUG – oh the glorious deliciousness of that first hug! I remember thinking to myself ‘wow people actually still hug?’ before surrendering to the wonderful enveloping warmth of you.
My anam cara, my soul friend, my spirit kin….
You fit me like a jigsaw fits the missing piece – we dance in rhythm to the same beat, our flow synching and warping time around our own little bubble of a world…
I love you.
As much as I prefer Windows OS to Mac OS, this 8.1 update is pissing me off.
Not really me personally, but my partner. Something about the Windows 8.1 update makes his game client (League of Legends) not work. Now if that wasn’t irritating enough, because the stupid godsdamn technology automatically applies the update, he “has to” reset the computer to factory settings every week or so to get the OS back to Windows 8
Which means that every week or so, I have to re-download Chrome (because there’s no way in hell I’m using crappy IE), re-setup Chrome (thank the gods the program saves my bookmarks & settings), and have to move all my files off the computer before he does the rest – and then move them back onto the computer after he’s done. So so so sooooo thankful I bought an external HDD about a year ago
Not very long, but pretty summed up.
Today I was asked how I deal with emotional overload (due to a particular subject/issue) – and I answered with what I’ve been trying to do more of, namely: write or draw or paint.
This goes for ANY sort of emotional distress, or even an overload of ‘good’ emotions.
Yesterday was a pretty bad day for me, at least physically.
I woke up at 7am – half an hour before my first alarm was due to go off – with a pain twisting through my gut that screamed “get to the toilet”… Which I did, promptly throwing up the previous night’s dinner. Flush toilet, rinse mouth, crawl back to bed.
Alarm #1 goes off at 7.30am, with my self-written message popping up, telling me to ‘get up!’ … I turn it off and roll over.
Alarm #2 with the slightly more aggressive message of ‘really, GET UP!!!’ Goes off at 7.45am – which just goes to show how well I know myself, that I set not one but TWO alarms for weekday mornings.
So I get out of bed, tummy groaning in a complaint of now-emptiness and general nausea – to see my 7 year old daughter already awake, dressed and ready to go, watching her before-school tv shows.
My motivation level twitches up an inch or so, inspired by her responsible action.