Considering last night was a floozy, and that I cried like a fool, and I realised what my dreams foretold, and my world was sent into some wormhole, today was cool.
The choice of becoming more frigorific as concerns the male species, or moving along, getting hurt again, wow whatta lovely toss up. I see it as near impossible to move on, be less naive, gullible, stupid, and yet love and welcome good intentions with open arms, and to trust. Trust. Ah. Haha.

So I should be writing up our story properly (again), but I have no such energy left within my whole spirit to do so. I'm being selfish and blogging dammit.
Met up with Chris and Dirk today, so that went rather well indeed, and we have a really good story - at least that's what we think. I shall write it up and post it somewhere.

I spoke with Vishard today! First time I think...ever on the phone :) That was groovy. The boy has this mad sexy voice. No...he's taken - don't even think I'm thinking anything. No!

"and I lost my head and thought of all the stupid things I'd said" Trouble - Coldplay.
This is where I delve into regret, but I know I can't. I am trying to convince myself and step out of this cycle of shit in which I'm involved so stupidly.
This is where I falter.
This is where I need my friends to constantly remind me of such.
This is where I need people.
This is where I get reassurance and try to get on with it.

Rors you existeth yet! I'm very glad we actually got to talk earlier. I've missed you. DSL...Indeed...I'm moving in. *grin* Mr. Mordor.
Jus too is missed. He e-mailed me today (*gasp*!) just because he didn't know what the hell was going on with the menrskum thingy ladies.

This only-child/Sagittarian socialite wannabe syndrome state. Ah. Indeed.