There's a Vanity Fair article out interviewing Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder. Not only have they smashed in vignettes in my mind (literally was at the height of my Anne Rice/vampire phase when their version of Dracula came out). Anyhoo the point is that they are making up/discussing their next film and he's like so you just want to fight and fuck? YES!! You two in particular for 120 minutes but shitdamn. Someone say that to me. Movie portion optional.
It's so nice outside and I thought my boss was going to be out of the office for the rest of the day. He's coming back now so that precludes the recreational reading I was going to do.
I think part of my complex relationship with time is that I don't fundamentally want to leave my house, ever. Which some might pause at consider the social whirl I work to keep up but I think that, in turn, is because I don't feel anchored to my space. I'm ish looking forward to living with someone again. Not as in there are immediate plans on the horizon but when it happens it'll be nice. I'm just chasing that feeling of another person being 'home', really. I've had it before and I welcome it in it's future form.
It's really nice out, I should go to the beach. Summer dwindles. (Throwback to two weeks ago)
Enjoy this pause.
I hit save before I walked away from my comp and just shut it, didn't touch it, hit save again twice and when I hit refresh on the page, Google was all, Are you sure? You're about to delete your shit. And I was all, nah. Good, bro. That, was a lie. I am not. I know the two paragraphs I lost were funny as hell. I laughed writing, I laughed re-reading it. I had been on a real roll. Pfft. Pour one, y'all.
You know who gets my best jokes? The cats. Honestly, their material is diamond. Also get gems while dancing and on TTC which is, I mean whatever, but something to suddenly burst into laughter by yourself? It spooks the herd. Those bitches have grumpitis. Okay, me too which probably makes the 180 of personality slightly more shocking. Je suis complex.
In my mind when I'm on a roll, my friends are literally my conversational hype men just setting it up for me to knock it out of the park, do some touchdowns, shoot my shot dadaradada.
I have been to two Jays game in the last week. Abundance, I herald your arrival every time I am fortunate to have your path cross mine. And so your daily (if we're in proximity) shout out of boss bitches. Ms. YD'A - one of those women who is statuesque like an Amazon and could probably end you as quick with a natural generosity of spirit and a contagious, ever present laugh. I met her at my EA group and I said Vancouver style long game friendship, Self. And my spirit lifts under her determined leadership and I hope to be more like her through osmosis. #riseupliftup #amirite ?
I have also been long gaming my upstairs neighbour, I feel they are almost ready for a full on friendship campaign but also feel they are introverts and you have to go slow and low so as not to spook. However, they also laugh at all my jokes and that's honestly 42% of friendship with me. Also, gratitude that my boss finds all my jokes so far funny but I need to not take that as encouragement as my sense of humour is over the line and I know a ton of same same individuals on that front but in the office? CLM. And I'm (fingers crossed!) no dummy.
A Haiku:
Quench my thirsty tongueinhale, exhale - back again
heartache and madness
xo
A
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