Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

I had a strange attack of Teh Horn when I was on the train this morning, it wasn't a specific horn, it was just the desire to kiss, the abstract desire for sex, just as a hole or absence to be filled up. It was quite odd, it wasn't really focused on a specific person though I am still suffering with crush. I think it was hormones and/or fever.

I just popped into town with the goth - and of course someone noticed us getting into my car together.

FP, you were giving a lift to The Goth - that's not SUCH a bad thing, is it? I get lifts into town all the time, and no tongues are wagging. Unless she got in your boot or something.

(FP is probably getting bored of this by now.)

I'm enjoying the crush at the moment. I've just been annoyingly happy and in a good mood. Then again, that could be to do with the enourmous sense of freedom and weights being lifted from my shoulders WRT other bits of my life. Who knows. It's so rare that I'm just unqualifiedly happy that I'm just going to enjoy it.

Oh wait, I haven't sent it yet.

I need a new TLA for him. I think that "PBW" is kinda objectifying perhaps.

FP, you're fine. So people think you two are messing - and? So? Does anyone really give a toss? (in a nice way, of course)

What is this short for? Should I ask?

(based on a willful misreading of this)

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x-post ah. That is a bit clumbsy. Perhaps I can carry on calling him PBW, or "he's not Jesus, but he has the same initials"

Off to the party in 15 mins = yay me! The plan is to win big at the casino, impress an elvish beauty in a satin dress with my swooning, dance like Fred Astaire, then take her back to my hotel room for the best shag ever.

(good luck)

c) she is chained up during those lunch breaks.

MY LIFE IS COMPLETE:

http://myspace.com/snowangelsong

(substitute "elvish beauty" for "barmaid's shoes" and "ditch" for "last train to Paisley except now in Troon". also I don't wear a bow tie. And I don't even think it was Christmas.)

PBW's doubtless not responding as he is on a plane to NYC at THIS VERY MOMENT.

I got an email while I was out from my mom, saying that my grandmother is doing better than she was but still not great--without telling me what happened! I hate when they do that.

I'm just constantly worried that it's all about to go horribly wrong.

G00blar, yeah, my mum does stuff like that all the time "your brother's got the pins out of his back now", like WTF?

Argh, that sounds irritating, though - "she's OK, won't tell you what was wrong". My family, thankfully, never do that. You'll just get a blunt phone call. "Sitting down? Good. Your grandmother's dead."

(Didn't mean to imply that your gran was dead - that's just how my mum told me about mine.)

On returning from Holiday, Dawn rings her mum. She says she has some bad news, and asks to talk to me.

Rings off.

Dawn, by now is on the verge.

Basically, their much loved dog had to be put down. But by then, she thought it was her dad or something!

http://www.poster.net/parkinson-norman/parkinson-norman-jerry-hall-may-1975-8400385.jpg

Oh, I don't know, I just worry.

She's been in a bad mood all week, and I'm worried that it might be a comedown from what we did at the weekend - such things are very common, but she won't be aware of that.

Finally finished my email. And only one bitchy comment about Dylan.

And a dialogue re-opened with ex bandmate, and some interesting potential progression.