It's 10pm on a Saturday night and I'm sitting home watching disc after disc of The Shield and colouring in. Yes, colouring in. I bought some postcards today with designs on the front that you colour in yourself. I did think this was cool when I bought them as stationary does excite me, but now... as I sit with the TV turned up so as to hear as little of next door having fun as possible, I squint trying to keep my Sharpie in the lines and I think... "Jesus! You're 27 years old, you're home, alone, colouring in on a Saturday night watching some guy kick the shit out of other guys on TV." Also I spent the majority of my day baking, now granted my steak & kidney pie turned out awesome, as did my jam and marzipan tartlets... but maybe... just maybe, it's time to get a new guy in my life. Now this is not easy for me to say, I am actually happily single and I know... I know you loved up couplets out there all think that there is no such thing as as happy single person. I know you think this as I though this myself when I was one head of a two-headed couple-monster. But, and I swear this to you now, I am happier single right now that I was for at least the last 2 years of my last relationship.
I have a VERY cool apartment. It contains many excellent things such as Elvis and Johnny Cash records, Pulp novels, a fuckload of DVDs and film memorabilia... not to mention me of course. I don't need a guy to complete or validate me. But maybe it's time to get one to share in the things I love, to cook for and watch them enjoy what I made, to listen to records with as we just sit on the couch. BUT every guy I meet recently is just wrong for me, I have a very finite idea of who I want to be with and if they don't match up in any way I don't wanna know. I don't see it as being too fussy, I just don't see the point of being with someone just to be with someone.
I think that's enough inane rambling for tonight, I'm going back to my colouring... and The Shield.
PS... I had my staples removed today, thank you to all of you who tried to sooth my nerves by telling me it wouldn't hurt... it didn't
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I have a VERY cool apartment. It contains many excellent things such as Elvis and Johnny Cash records, Pulp novels, a fuckload of DVDs and film memorabilia... not to mention me of course. I don't need a guy to complete or validate me. But maybe it's time to get one to share in the things I love, to cook for and watch them enjoy what I made, to listen to records with as we just sit on the couch. BUT every guy I meet recently is just wrong for me, I have a very finite idea of who I want to be with and if they don't match up in any way I don't wanna know. I don't see it as being too fussy, I just don't see the point of being with someone just to be with someone.
I think that's enough inane rambling for tonight, I'm going back to my colouring... and The Shield.
PS... I had my staples removed today, thank you to all of you who tried to sooth my nerves by telling me it wouldn't hurt... it didn't

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_thunder_:
Yeah the blues singer was really good too. Did you have a fun evening with your friends? Yeah would be cool to meet you too x
miyo:
aww thank you very much 
