Is It Wrong...
... that I want to get married so I can have copious amounts of sex so that I can lose weight?
While I thought I was dealing with missing Kissboy just fine, it seems that my 'dealing' has come in the form of peppermint ice-cream and nacho chippies. Sigh.
Ah well, at least my body fat is something I can beat the shit out of if I so choose.
I can not however, legally that is, beat the shit out of my housemates.
It is winter people! Shut the damn windows!
What? Well, yes, I guess I could have sex without being married, but finding a man whore is much more difficult than you would think, and anyway, that is NOT what this post is about.
In fact, it isn't even about my new housemates inability to shut his freaking window when he leaves for days at a time.
It is about... well, I guess I don't yet have a topic, but I do know it is not going to be about SEX. Nor about the fact that I am not having said topic, nor about the fact that everyone else in this house, perhaps world, is.
I love being single and in my prime.
Moving on.
The last two weeks have been chaotic. Good chaotic though, so I am not complaining.
School is finished.
Teaching for free is finished.
An interview to become a TOC is pending. Cross your fingers- everyone.
And I am back to working in a book store! Yay for books, and hours of repeated Christmas tunes.
I so love this time of year, despite the fact that I feel I am currently living in a Stephen King novel. For some reason the fog is out to get us. It was beautifully eerie the first few days. Now it is just plain creepy, not to mention dangerous.
But back to loving this time of year. I know people are stressed about money and pissed at how commercialized Christmas has become, but for me, it is all about that other feeling that is in the air. The one that makes you feel all giddy and dancy. The one that makes you want to shout, skip, and sing. The one that smells of gingerbread and home.
Deep breath.
Ahhh Christmas.
Or just plain winter.
I can almost smell snow in the air. Soon. And more than last year I believe. I hope.
Oh, do you member the two Spanish students I have been working with at the school? The day I said goodbye I gave them two books full of blank white paper and some markers. You would have thought I gave them two brand new cars the way they were acting. My heart broke.
Then, much to my surprise, they invited me to their house for supper. I was touched, and terrified, but yet I went.
Seven people who speak Spanish, and me, the one who does not. Yet it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. They showed me photos of their life before Canada, and trust me when I tell you, we don't know what poor is. Columbia is beautiful, but its beauty was covered up by thin children, guns, and poverty. I am still surprised they managed to obtain the few pictures they had.
The smallest boy, who was probably five or six, never said boo the whole time I was there, but he did run after me with my camera when I was leaving.
Writing about it does not do the experience justice so I am going to move on.
In the whirlwind of the past two weeks I did manage to see the new Harry Potter movie. My friends treated me as a graduation gift, and I was highly entertained. I am not a huge fan of the books, but I did love the scenery all wall size.
What else, what else?
Well, Kissboy and I have not spoken since that emotional night, but the other boy from home did talk to me for the first time since this summer. Of course this conversation had to occur since a girl friend of mine asked me if I would care if she asked him out.
I said I didn't care... and I really don't, but I am wondering if I will care more if he actually says yes. Time will tell I guess. We had to speak though, after she contacted him, so that he could be sure that her contacting him had nothing to do with me.
I think he thought she was planning to corner him and ask him all kinds of Butterscotch questions. The male ego never fails to astound me. I've never been one to play games, which he knows, so why would I start now?
Okay, now that I have read your blogs, and have updated mine, I must go deal with my email.
Smiles all.
B.
While I thought I was dealing with missing Kissboy just fine, it seems that my 'dealing' has come in the form of peppermint ice-cream and nacho chippies. Sigh.
Ah well, at least my body fat is something I can beat the shit out of if I so choose.
I can not however, legally that is, beat the shit out of my housemates.
It is winter people! Shut the damn windows!
What? Well, yes, I guess I could have sex without being married, but finding a man whore is much more difficult than you would think, and anyway, that is NOT what this post is about.
In fact, it isn't even about my new housemates inability to shut his freaking window when he leaves for days at a time.
It is about... well, I guess I don't yet have a topic, but I do know it is not going to be about SEX. Nor about the fact that I am not having said topic, nor about the fact that everyone else in this house, perhaps world, is.
I love being single and in my prime.
Moving on.
The last two weeks have been chaotic. Good chaotic though, so I am not complaining.
School is finished.
Teaching for free is finished.
An interview to become a TOC is pending. Cross your fingers- everyone.
And I am back to working in a book store! Yay for books, and hours of repeated Christmas tunes.
I so love this time of year, despite the fact that I feel I am currently living in a Stephen King novel. For some reason the fog is out to get us. It was beautifully eerie the first few days. Now it is just plain creepy, not to mention dangerous.
But back to loving this time of year. I know people are stressed about money and pissed at how commercialized Christmas has become, but for me, it is all about that other feeling that is in the air. The one that makes you feel all giddy and dancy. The one that makes you want to shout, skip, and sing. The one that smells of gingerbread and home.
Deep breath.
Ahhh Christmas.
Or just plain winter.
I can almost smell snow in the air. Soon. And more than last year I believe. I hope.
Oh, do you member the two Spanish students I have been working with at the school? The day I said goodbye I gave them two books full of blank white paper and some markers. You would have thought I gave them two brand new cars the way they were acting. My heart broke.
Then, much to my surprise, they invited me to their house for supper. I was touched, and terrified, but yet I went.
Seven people who speak Spanish, and me, the one who does not. Yet it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. They showed me photos of their life before Canada, and trust me when I tell you, we don't know what poor is. Columbia is beautiful, but its beauty was covered up by thin children, guns, and poverty. I am still surprised they managed to obtain the few pictures they had.
The smallest boy, who was probably five or six, never said boo the whole time I was there, but he did run after me with my camera when I was leaving.
Writing about it does not do the experience justice so I am going to move on.
In the whirlwind of the past two weeks I did manage to see the new Harry Potter movie. My friends treated me as a graduation gift, and I was highly entertained. I am not a huge fan of the books, but I did love the scenery all wall size.
What else, what else?
Well, Kissboy and I have not spoken since that emotional night, but the other boy from home did talk to me for the first time since this summer. Of course this conversation had to occur since a girl friend of mine asked me if I would care if she asked him out.
I said I didn't care... and I really don't, but I am wondering if I will care more if he actually says yes. Time will tell I guess. We had to speak though, after she contacted him, so that he could be sure that her contacting him had nothing to do with me.
I think he thought she was planning to corner him and ask him all kinds of Butterscotch questions. The male ego never fails to astound me. I've never been one to play games, which he knows, so why would I start now?
Okay, now that I have read your blogs, and have updated mine, I must go deal with my email.
Smiles all.
B.
posted by Butterscotch at 2:47 PM
6 Comments:
I love Christmas too - the smell of mandarin oranges and pine and cinnamon mixed in with sent of wet wool and coffee. mmmmmmm. I LOVE IT!!!!!! I can't wait to put up the tree and turn on all the lights and just look. FA LA LA LA LA!!!!!
Happy Thanksgiving, even if you are a godless heathen Cannuck. I hope you enjoyed today and sucked back many calories.
Why is it hard to find a male whore? I thought we were all whores, except the money tends to flow away from us.
Grant, my Thanksgiving was in October but don't worry, I consumed many calories anyway.
And I am a Toronto fan, just to be clear.
It is hard to find a male whore that I attracted to. I guess I forgot to add that last part.
And Dan, YAY FOR CHRISTMAS CHEER!
You said "copious amounts of sex". Strange, but I think of mandarin oranges with Christmas too. We used to always get them in our stocking.
This weekend: I write you a snail mail...
You dont have to be married to have lots of sex; in fact its quite the opposite.
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