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zoetropeChocolate Midnight Cookies
So the close-call, in the end, was between me lying in bed with ice cream and thoughts of Callum and shaving my head and becoming a naked Ray/Fraser activist. Thankfully, the ice cream won. It's quite cold in London at the moment! So I shall soon be buying out the freezer section of Sainsbury's and tucking myself up in bed.
Please send all the ice cream you can.
Mwah! Mwah!
I'm not generally what you'd call physically affectionate.
I'm not the type of person who hugs friends goodbye very often, I don't like to hold hands much really, and I don't ever kiss total strangers (or not without a large amount of alcohol in my system, anyway). In fact, for me, a handshake is rather intimate enough on a day-to-day level.
However, air kisses appear to have become a feature of my life recently. I blame my job for this. Until now I've been happily pottering away in an office, working long hours with very little social contact of any kind. However, since the festival began, I've been orally attacked (*snort*) on so many occasions that it's now becoming second nature to me.
My thought processes tend to go as follows: "Okay, I'm leaving now. I've said goodbye. I'm smiling. They're leaning in. Oh no, they're going for the kiss. Is it one kiss? Linger unobtrusively so you can pretend you knew it was just the one cheek... nope, they're going for the double, lean the other way, okay, are we done here with the inapropriate intimacy? Great, I'm outta here!"
You see, it's the pull-back you have to watch for. If they lean in for one, and then you pull away and they're still going for the other cheek there is always a moment of unspoken "Oh-- I was going for the--" "Oh, sorry I thought--" communication that leaves me cringing. And even though I've perfected this technique now, I can't quite bring myself not to make silly "mwah" noises at each kiss. Like, if I did it silently, it would simply be taking the whole thing way too seriously.
And I still cringe every time it happens.
Thursday is the new Saturday
Don't let anyone tell you that Easter weekend is anything other than an excuse for a total piss-up. Since Monday I've been invited to no less than four events on Thursday night. And I've got to go to three of them. So my Thursday will be as follows:
9-5pm Work. It's my last day in the office. Supposedly. However, I shall be very surprised if my boss doesn't make me do at least two more weeks. Bugger.
5pm - dash into Oxford Circus for my "date" (*cough*) with my Canadian-TV-Producer-who-I-have-a-crush-on-purely-because-she-has-almost-definitely-met-Paul-Gross-and-probably-Callum-too-even-though-I'm-not-attracted-to-her-at-all-well-maybe-a-little-bit. I am ashamed of this, but not enough to stop me seeing if she can get me a job *g*
7pm - dash back out to Camden for leaving party for close work colleague that I have to attend.
10pm - dash over to London Bridge for a friend of a friend's Birthday party.
In case you don't know London, this route is the travel equivalent of those zig-zag lines on a life support machine. I shall be zooming all over the place. Let's hope it's worth it and I get some air kisses, eh?!
And finally
I've been working on Wilby Fic. It's partway there. Anyone fancy betaing and talking me through the next step? I need guidance :)
Ok, I'm off.
*Mwah* *Mwah*
So the close-call, in the end, was between me lying in bed with ice cream and thoughts of Callum and shaving my head and becoming a naked Ray/Fraser activist. Thankfully, the ice cream won. It's quite cold in London at the moment! So I shall soon be buying out the freezer section of Sainsbury's and tucking myself up in bed.
Please send all the ice cream you can.
Mwah! Mwah!
I'm not generally what you'd call physically affectionate.
I'm not the type of person who hugs friends goodbye very often, I don't like to hold hands much really, and I don't ever kiss total strangers (or not without a large amount of alcohol in my system, anyway). In fact, for me, a handshake is rather intimate enough on a day-to-day level.
However, air kisses appear to have become a feature of my life recently. I blame my job for this. Until now I've been happily pottering away in an office, working long hours with very little social contact of any kind. However, since the festival began, I've been orally attacked (*snort*) on so many occasions that it's now becoming second nature to me.
My thought processes tend to go as follows: "Okay, I'm leaving now. I've said goodbye. I'm smiling. They're leaning in. Oh no, they're going for the kiss. Is it one kiss? Linger unobtrusively so you can pretend you knew it was just the one cheek... nope, they're going for the double, lean the other way, okay, are we done here with the inapropriate intimacy? Great, I'm outta here!"
You see, it's the pull-back you have to watch for. If they lean in for one, and then you pull away and they're still going for the other cheek there is always a moment of unspoken "Oh-- I was going for the--" "Oh, sorry I thought--" communication that leaves me cringing. And even though I've perfected this technique now, I can't quite bring myself not to make silly "mwah" noises at each kiss. Like, if I did it silently, it would simply be taking the whole thing way too seriously.
And I still cringe every time it happens.
Thursday is the new Saturday
Don't let anyone tell you that Easter weekend is anything other than an excuse for a total piss-up. Since Monday I've been invited to no less than four events on Thursday night. And I've got to go to three of them. So my Thursday will be as follows:
9-5pm Work. It's my last day in the office. Supposedly. However, I shall be very surprised if my boss doesn't make me do at least two more weeks. Bugger.
5pm - dash into Oxford Circus for my "date" (*cough*) with my Canadian-TV-Producer-who-I-have-a-crush-on-purely-because-she-has-almost-definitely-met-Paul-Gross-and-probably-Callum-too-even-though-I'm-not-attracted-to-her-at-all-well-maybe-a-little-bit. I am ashamed of this, but not enough to stop me seeing if she can get me a job *g*
7pm - dash back out to Camden for leaving party for close work colleague that I have to attend.
10pm - dash over to London Bridge for a friend of a friend's Birthday party.
In case you don't know London, this route is the travel equivalent of those zig-zag lines on a life support machine. I shall be zooming all over the place. Let's hope it's worth it and I get some air kisses, eh?!
And finally
I've been working on Wilby Fic. It's partway there. Anyone fancy betaing and talking me through the next step? I need guidance :)
Ok, I'm off.
*Mwah* *Mwah*
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Date: 2005-03-23 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 05:17 am (UTC)What are you talking about? London is warm today!!!
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Date: 2005-03-23 06:57 am (UTC)And the only time I didn't mind it was when Claire did it. The French can get away with anything ;)
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Date: 2005-03-23 05:27 am (UTC)(Um, I will not get a reply to this until this evening, EST, so if I don't get immediately back to you, that's why.)
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Date: 2005-03-23 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 03:05 pm (UTC)if by "w/e" you mean weekend then yes! That's fine!
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Date: 2005-03-23 06:06 am (UTC)Who? WHO??? Eee!
*crosses fingers for you*
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Date: 2005-03-23 07:01 am (UTC)/is total nerd.
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Date: 2005-03-23 06:18 am (UTC)Good reasons, all, for going out with her. Totally. *applauds*
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Date: 2005-03-23 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 09:26 am (UTC)Sorry you can't make the Wilby viewing on Monday -- I'm going to attempt to make a Wilby Wonderful cake. Maybe some other time. I shall look forward to your story.
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Date: 2005-03-23 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 11:16 pm (UTC)But I'll think about it *g*
*air kisses you*
Date: 2005-03-23 03:41 pm (UTC)Re: *air kisses you*
Date: 2005-03-23 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 02:58 am (UTC)Where you lead, the Guardian follows. Check out the sixth paragraph:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,3604,1444362,00.html