Lovely things

One of the nicest feelings in the world is when someone strokes your hair or face when you're sick.

12 years and counting

Made a quick stop off on the way to Christmas lunch to see Mr C. After the biggest hug ever, we got a coffee and had a brief chat. I gave him a copy of The Chrysalids, and he gave me a pair of earrings. Apparently he stood in the jewellery store for ages feeling uncomfortable because he couldn't find a pair of earrings in the shape of books, so he settled on owls because they were the closest thing. I didn't tell him that I spent ages standing in Readings trying to choose a book that would suit him.

Mr G seemed pretty relaxed, which is good considering Mr C will be around forever. I think he's realised that Mr C is not a threat - I told him how before I dated him, Mr C supported me through a rather traumatic relationship, but kept his own feelings well hidden because he likes to do the right thing. I think I might bail Mr C up and ask him to put the Mr N thing in perspective. I'm pretty sure I know what he'll say, but I think I need to hear it from someone who loves me, but isn't IN love with me.

I'm still begging him to come back to Melbourne. I want him to live here so I can see him more often. He countered with an offer to take me to the open range zoo if I come visit him in Adelaide. I think I will - I've almost saved enough for a cheap holiday to Europe, so I may as well spend part of that money watching someone I love pretending he's in Kenya. Seriously, he actually told me we're going to be playing make-believe the entire time. Mad.

*Random side note: Mr G says the wedding should be in November 2012. I say November 2013. I told him that if he wants to get married that quickly then we'll just get the paperwork done now. He wasn't impressed.

Love from far away

Didn't eat enough breakfast, went to a meeting and didn't really understand what was going on, got given more work, ate an average lunch, got interrupted so much I gave up on my break, asked for stuff to be done and got no response at all. Then I got home and made a horrible salty dinner.

Tired and close to death, I fired up my beloved lappy in a last ditch attempt to revive my day and found a lovely email waiting for me.

The subject was:

Hellooooo Melbourne buddy!!‏

Heh :-D

The other Miss A had somehow heard my desperate call for help (muffled by a face full of cookie), and told me to come stay with her in Sydney. I haven't even talked to her in months. Amazing.

I'm going in January. With a quick stop in Canberra so I can check out the National Library and bump up my nerd-cred.

The other Miss A and I met in London and after months of being weird and awkward, realised that we are the same person. We giggled over the cute but dorky guy, and laughed at the awful fashion obsessed cow that ruled the office. We ate muffins and asked for directions at Scotland Yard. True love.

Then we broke up. I came back to Melbourne, and she went to Sydney. The dream team was no more. But then we decided that such a glorious friendship had to be maintained and we began writing letters. I love letters. Emails just aren't as interesting. There's no effort involved in an email. You can't pour over old emails and feel the same joy as a real letter gives.

Hmmm. That little 'I love letters' speech has inspired me. I might write Mr C a letter as well. I can tell him all about the terrible creatures that live on the ocean floor (this is what I looked at for a reasonable part of the day), and cheer up his life in SA. Sometimes he seems terribly grim about things there.

Anyway, I'm going to write to them both and tell them all about what I discovered today. The hagfish. It covers it's prey in foul goo, suffocating it. Then it slides two retractable plates filled with teeth (it has no jaw) out of it's face and eats.

GROSS.

Mr C will love it. Miss A will be impressed. Tomorrow, love will be spread around Oz and I'll have a great day.

Ode to a great man

I've been on the receiving end of some cruelty lately.  I don't think I deserved the things that were said, but they're out there now and unfortunately for the people who decided to vent their frustrations in my direction, they can't be forgotten. The hurt that it caused got me thinking about the people in my life. One person in particular.

I have a friend called Nathan. My pic on the left is his work. I was firmly against the picture at first, then he did such a good job I had to apologise for all the dark looks I threw at him.

In case you don't get it: VOLTRON.

He keeps making these t-shirts and putting them up on Red Bubble. I am always whinging at him because I can't wear most of the colours that his shirts come in. I have brown skin, rather un-tameable black hair and green/brown eyes. There are certain things I can't pull off. But now he's made a shirt in fire engine red and another in a deep octopus purple. The colour sort of reminds me of tasty pulpo. God. Pulpo. Disgusting and delicious at the same time...


He's also got a lovely voice. I spent about 11 years not realising that he could sing, something which he seems to find rather amusing. I keep making him play The Good Gardner because he does it beautifully. Once I managed to convince him to play it to me when we were sitting in my lounge room. I think he found my staring a little bit freaky, but he got through it in the end by refusing to make eye contact.

But the best thing about Nath is that he has seen the best and the worst of me and he still wants to hang out. In situations where most people would fling up a bit of jerk-like behaviour, he takes a kinder path. I've seen him get angry (it was awesome, he told some jocks where to shove it) and I've seen him get frustrated, but I've never seen him be mean or cruel.

He's rad and I'm lucky to have him around.