Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Oooh.
Everything looks the same around here, and yet so different...
Ah. Like walking in to a deserted barn, what with the smell of moist hay and dust and the feeling of someone just having left, perhaps a mug with coffee that has settled disturbingly and which can hardly be shaken.
I need to change the lay-out.
Anyhoo, I'm just popping in to relieve myself in your company. Mmm.
Just happened:
Nothing significant. Still trying to get married in an orderly fashion but people seem to have different ideas. All businesses want is a bit of The Bride - the groom is apparently not that important. Apparently we are also quite alternative in our tastes - excuse me for not being madly in love with the idea of a decidedly themed party (English Rose, Country Cottage, or my favorite, "Classic Contemporary", which is linguistically and stylistically just bollocks). Getting married sure is stressful - even if you're trying to make it less so - expensive and (follow my advice) do not try to pull off a tri-lingual party. Fore you shall regret and ponder stabbing yourself in the eye with a blunt pencil.
In the near future:
Shopping (this is good)
A million hairdressing appointments
Payments of rather large cheques to people who charge double when the word 'wedding' is mentioned
Last fittings of dress
Spa NK
Burlesque!
And finally, in a couple of weeks' time: the goddam wedding itself, ready or not.
Obviously I've got pre-wedding jitters, mainly along the lines of ohmygod-that'sit-I'mold-nomorenicelittletallblondskinnystockydarkhairedcockyfunnycleversexy boys ever.
And I'm utterly, utterly homesick, I was to go to Copenhagen and hang out and smoke cigarettes and have babies and a garden and a puppy.
This is of course nothing new. These are things I always want to do when I am stressed or tired or things are not going according to plan. In six weeks I'll be perfectly happy here, without baby, puppy and horticulture.
And there is nothing wrong with the man I am marrying, which is why I am marrying him as opposed to shagging strangers in public toilets.
Anyway, I may or may not pop in again before the wedding - after the wedding I'm off for about three weeks - I may update and I may not.
Have a nice one.
Everything looks the same around here, and yet so different...
Ah. Like walking in to a deserted barn, what with the smell of moist hay and dust and the feeling of someone just having left, perhaps a mug with coffee that has settled disturbingly and which can hardly be shaken.
I need to change the lay-out.
Anyhoo, I'm just popping in to relieve myself in your company. Mmm.
Just happened:
Nothing significant. Still trying to get married in an orderly fashion but people seem to have different ideas. All businesses want is a bit of The Bride - the groom is apparently not that important. Apparently we are also quite alternative in our tastes - excuse me for not being madly in love with the idea of a decidedly themed party (English Rose, Country Cottage, or my favorite, "Classic Contemporary", which is linguistically and stylistically just bollocks). Getting married sure is stressful - even if you're trying to make it less so - expensive and (follow my advice) do not try to pull off a tri-lingual party. Fore you shall regret and ponder stabbing yourself in the eye with a blunt pencil.
In the near future:
Shopping (this is good)
A million hairdressing appointments
Payments of rather large cheques to people who charge double when the word 'wedding' is mentioned
Last fittings of dress
Spa NK
Burlesque!
And finally, in a couple of weeks' time: the goddam wedding itself, ready or not.
Obviously I've got pre-wedding jitters, mainly along the lines of ohmygod-that'sit-I'mold-nomorenicelittletallblondskinnystockydarkhairedcockyfunnycleversexy boys ever.
And I'm utterly, utterly homesick, I was to go to Copenhagen and hang out and smoke cigarettes and have babies and a garden and a puppy.
This is of course nothing new. These are things I always want to do when I am stressed or tired or things are not going according to plan. In six weeks I'll be perfectly happy here, without baby, puppy and horticulture.
And there is nothing wrong with the man I am marrying, which is why I am marrying him as opposed to shagging strangers in public toilets.
Anyway, I may or may not pop in again before the wedding - after the wedding I'm off for about three weeks - I may update and I may not.
Have a nice one.
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