So, epiphany time. (read, introspection)
SPOILERS! (Click to view)I was supposed to go out and hang out with some girlfriends tonight, which din't end up happening. And then I was gonna hang out with the lovely E, but...my phone service sucks donkey balls. I started cursing ...whatever, and wondering how it is other people to manage not to be crushingly bored without going out 5 nights out of 7. I need a project. The blessing and curse of being a (shy) extravert who's always had a built-in partner in crime, from sibling to husband, is that I have no clue what to do to entertain myself that doesn't involve dragging some other poor sod along for the ride. My life is by no means dull on paper, but motherfuck if I'm not so bored I feel like I'm going crazy lately.
Longish florist bidness:
SPOILERS! (Click to view)I've been half-assedly decorating my christmas tree for the last couple weeks now, and it just wasn't looking right. I've wandered around 2 craft stores holding up poinsettias, pine cones, garlands, etc. to find something that goes with my apples. (I have this
thing about christmas trees with apple ornaments on, as that's the traditional ornament - why people went to trees with little white fairy lights with red glass balls - candles & apples) But the thing is, a plain, bare tree with just fairy lights and apples is fucking dull. Even with a fantabulous wired bow on top. I finally found a nice, simple berry garland, and if there's one thing I can do it's properly arrange wired things. You'd be surprised what a non-useless talent that is at times.
And to sum up, a trip to the craft store saved my sanity.
...for now...
It is nice to know that people can hardly imagine me sad. Thanks.
My ass, no offence, is more ample than yours and i kick up fine.............the worst that will happen is just bouncing off and come back down on your feet. Hold crocodile for awhile to build up the triceps. But, i assure you, it's ALOT of the shoulder thing. And the fear thing too.