So I said I’d post within 48 hours Axl Foley sequel style, and thus, here I am. Alas, it is still with this 228.8kb connection, but hey, it makes it feel like the old days when I owned a Pentium 75 and posted to BBS.
Suprisingly, it’s really not that bad…as long as I don’t load things with images. How did I ever look at porn with a 28.8kb connection? We nerds must have been a lot more patient back then, in the pre mobile phone, sans sms, 5 and a quater floppy, what the hell is USB kinda world.
Anyway, how good is life when the only thing to complain about is the speed of my net connection? Haha. It’s been a long time since things have been so balanced and karmically harmonious in my life.
For those of you who don’t know, I’ve moved to Burwood. Well, they reckon it’s Box Hill South, but according to some people, that suburb doesn’t exist, so Burwood it is. I’m living here with Jamie and his fiance Caren, who I enjoy living with. They’re both friendly and I’ve got lots of time and space to myself, which I really love.
Columbo has inherited 2 brothers, and we’ve become a perfectly blended family. 1 Siamese, 1 Burmese named Gustav and one overly rambunctious 8 month old Labrador named Homer. Homer is such a heffalump and so far he’s managed to eat 3 cups of mine, a pair of my thongs…well, he only ate one, but obviously 1 thong is really no use to me, a number of bowls of Columbos food including an entire box of Whiskas…INCLUDING the box! hahaha He’s a classic. A total boofhead, but so gorgeous and lots of fun to play with during the day.
Around the corner is a brilliant Charcoal chicken shop, a chemist, a bottle shop, a park and all the other necessities, including a Servo that’s open til late, for all my nicotiney cravings.
I’m much more independant here and I really love that. I’m still not too far from the folks in Keysborough, and the drive is only 5 minutes longer for Teeda and Andrea. I’m much closer to Greg too, which is really cool.
I’ve got 2 rooms here at the house. A bedroom and study. It’s great not having to cram all my stuff into one room, or having to put my pc in a communal area. The rooms are a great size…I’ve got a queen size bed in one room and a 3 seater couch and a set of drawers and bedside table. In the study, I’ve got my PC on the huge dining table I’ve had for a while, and I’m yet to put anything else in here. I think I’ll refrain from filling the room with crap, because it will be easier when I come to move out. I’ve decided not to unpack everything I own, because this way I’ve got less junk. It’s all stuff that would double up on what Caren and Jamie already have anyways, like pots and pans etc. I’ve always been the sole provider of proper house wares, so it’s nice sharing a house with people who actually have stuff haha…only coz it means I don’t have to unpack all my crap.
While I love it here, I do miss the days of living with James and Joel. I really enjoyed my time in that house, well, atleast while things were going well. With James, I mean.
Speaking of James, he came round on Saturday and picked me up to go to the Real Estate agent, as we had to sign the bond release forms. It was wierd in some ways, because in a lot of ways, I enjoyed his company a lot more than I had in the last 4 or 5 months. It was the first time he’d been out where he hadn’t constantly checked his watch or made me feel like he wanted to be somewhere else.
I said to myself half a dozen times before he rocked up ” Don’t make unnecessary conversation. We’re not friends anymore” but it just happened. It was like old times and we had a lot of good laughs.
We talked a lot and we told eachother we missed eachothers friendships. I think he was looking for someone to talk to, and while I was happy to be a sounding board, I told him I wasn’t going to offer him a shoulder to cry on, coz he had lost the right to use my shoulder.
Since then, he’s been a lot friendlier and even went out of his way to help me with setting up my pc’s and internet the other night, which I certainly didn’t expect. It was like talking to James of old. The guy I used to know and love like a brother. I hadn’t seen that side of Jim for a long time.
Speaking about getting to know people, I’m getting to know Greg lots. I told him I wouldn’t talk about him in my journal though, hahaha. But he’s heaps of fun to hang out with and we connect in a really cool way that is really rare. He has been wicked lately too, and helped me move all my stuff in the house and it’s awesome knowing a man who’s handy with tools! He’s an actual blokey man! hahaha
What else has been going on? Oh, yes…there was much talking and texting with Mullet Adam. Then as per usual, he piked, I got mad, I sent an angry text msg, and then a few days later, I realise that I’m actually the real cunt, not him, and thus I send an apologetic text. Grrr, it’s so fucking wierd.
I’ve told you he has a girlfriend, have I not? Okay, so now I sound like a cunt, I know. But he’s the one who told me he loved me. We text back and forth all the time. He tells me how much he digs me etc etc but when I put the pressure on him to make a freakin decision he backs out. Ofcourse, I get mad and call him a pussy. The reason I get so mad is because he’s always going on about how life is so mediocre and shit and how his relationship is always shit, and I’m like… You know what, Either shut up and deal with it or fucking do something about it. And I’ve told him, I don’t want him to leave his girlfriend for me. Rather, he should leave if he’s not happy, instead of just fucking whinging about it.
Then ofcourse you have to add in the sexual element to our infatuation. I’d love to fuck his brains out, and while I want him in my bed, I respect him for not doing it while he has a girlfriend, but he’s happy to talk about all the things he’d do if he were here.
Anyways, last nite I sent him a msg saying that while I was mad at him for being a pussy, I realised I was a cunt for trying to tempt him. And I am. So I apolgised and I’ve stopped texting. Done. Stick a fork in it. Chasing him is no good for my karmic health.
Speaking of health, would you believe my smoking has seriously been cut into a quarter since I moved here? I’ve gone from smoking maybe 20 a day to 5, if that?? I just don’t really think about it much anymore, coz I have to go outside to have a durry. Coz I can’t smoke inside, I don’t do it out of habit, without thinking about it. Although, I am doing some smoke market research the next few days, and I’ll be hanging out at the folks, so I’ll prolly make up for it then.
I guess that’s about all that’s been going on lately. I’ve been busy thinkin and doing stuff for gregs book, hanging out with friends, I even had sex! I’ve been so happy lately…Not just surface happy, but truely joyful in my spirit. I think it’s the whole new beginnings thing.
Anyway, I hope everyone else is a happy camper!
Love Prue
Prue