it's still technically Boxing Day, for another 12 minutes, but it hasn't felt like it. Woke up at 11AM when chriss called (was having a disturbing dream anyway), been doing JACK SHIT all day and enjoying it immensely :) taken a bunch of tweetie pics, daddy made him a shower thingy and he was running around bathing himself all day, finally gave up and fell over. hehe, silly birdy. I'm such a suck.
been Talking again. still tired of everyone, but at least dakk's making an effort, which is more than me, i've just given up. but ehn. some stuff i didn't want to know about mike, or rather about things he said, which i could have done without, but ehn, can't change the past and i'd more or less given up hope of even a "maybe." 'Given up hope' isn't really the right phrase, more like 'grown out of hope.' Stopped thinking about it. Beh. Everyone changes. Or, as james says, people stay the same, perceptions change, their own and other people's. He's all by himself at the new place, not happy about that, but i guess he's a big boy, it'll be ok. Going out shopping with michelle tomorrow, haven't got her an X-mas present and have no clue what to get her. Maybe a navel ring? Depending on what I can afford. Beh. Maybe meet up with red and kirk for coffee or something, dunno.
:) talking to Olivier now. that always makes me feel better, he's always so cheerful... heh, even at 2AM trying to organize a carwash... :) oh the old days....
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