Spent Saturday night at Ivan's with rented DVDs.
Things have been a little more, functional i guess?, since then...

At least I haven't been really thinking about breaking up so often recently.

Lunch and dinner with Buddi; Pool Fusion with Joe Kor and colleagues; met up with Twin at Clarke Quay.

Ivan was on my mind the whole way through.
I'm hopeless.

I don't know what I should be feeling actually.
On one hand, some things are going fine in a good stale kind of way,
on the other, there has been ginormous (that my word you copycat!) waves in the relationship department.
And that does not include only me.

I'm tired of entertaining these negative emotions-
so much so that I'm starting to feel ( Read more... )

The transition of two thousand and seven to eight was a pretty quiet one. 
Spent it with small cheers at Ivan's with the usual group of people with less than 10 small cups of wine and a shot. 
Am starting to get sick of hard liquor- it tasted unbelievably vile. Or maybe it's just Baileys. 
Not exactly my kind of poison.

I like the sky above his porch- ( Read more... )