Normal Restored (Is anything fucking normal around here though?)
Totally don't forget to read the other post, to gain some perspective, and marvel at how strong I am for not texting back anymore (only three days later - MARVEL, DAMN YOU).
*removes tongue from cheek*
Life is now returning to normal here in Martieland (hate to break it to you guys, but I think I might change the title of my blog again) - I have other, more pressing matters to attend to.
* I miss Big Brother Up Late. What the fuck am I supposed to watch now to send me to sleep? I also feel like I'm missing out on a whole new Mike Goldman wardrobe. Never mind Hotdogs, Mike is the shiznit. I think the question needs to be asked: WTF does he do with himself during the 'off season'??? The mind boggles.
* I am totally like an honarary doctor now, yo. I performed some minor surgery on myself yesterday - scrub me up and find me my own McDreamy. Wanna see what I did? Well I would show you, but stupid Blogger won't upload any of my images. Anyway, after 10 years, I've poked my earring through at the top of my ear. SO Rebellious, I know.
* A piece of Nutty Fudge from Michel's Patissiere is sitting in my fridge, taunting me. Fudge is not part of my dietary requirements. But it's oh-so-good. And nutty. Perfect for me.
* Today, I bought a purple pen. Huzzah!
Alright. That's all. I'm not sure when to expect the 'end-of-the-time-out-text-message', but I guarantee you two things; He won't want to 'work things out' and I'm going to be 'sad at first, but happy as fuck not long after'. So stick with me, I promise this won't last much longer.
xx
1 comment:
Mr Goldman does radio work on his time off, doing voice over shit, and shit. He has his own webpage if you want more Goldman action. I think its mikegoldman.com possibly even with a dot au at the end. To lazy to google it.
Im glad things are "getting better", and things are going back to normal in Martieland. Although, I suspect it wont return to 100% normal just like New York didn't return to 100% normal after that thing happened a few years back. I can't remember what it was, but I think it was bad or something.
Anyway, I might head to bed early tonight. Got nothing else to do.
Oh and don't eat the fudge, send it my way.
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