Pain in the ass.

All along, I have this nagging suspicion that I have a sensitive digestive system, but I never go around to getting it checked and verified.

The certainty of the impending endless trips to the loo whenever I decided to be bad and eat whatever I want, is a sure enough indication of my state. So I reckon I can save the trip to the doctor.

However, I am officially sick and tired of trying to push my luck when it comes to food. I shall officially declare war and eat only what is harmonious with my system. I shall be good from now on! No more excitable or over-processed food!

I hate the rumbling and pain associated with ingesting non-agreeable food.

So I suppose I'm going to be a literal pain in the ass for whoever is going to dine with me from now on. At least I'm not the one suffering the pain in the ass. No more of that!

Well well well, this is such an agreeable entry.

Because I'm stupid.

I smashed my left middle finger between 2 rock glasses at work, and it hurt so badly that I had the shivers for 15 minutes. It sure wasn't easy trying not to cry from the pain.

I can be so accident prone at times, that I'm amazed it's not a superhero ability yet.

My finger is swollen and bleeding at the nail bed, thus I have to keep it straight. Therefore, I'm flipping everyone. Or so it seems. I think it's really wicked. Now I just have to sit back and await nasty confrontations.


Received a parcel today, and once again, I'm spoilt silly. Makes the injury slightly bearable.

I hate flowers and teddies as gifts, and they are exactly what I received. But I appreciate the thought and effort immensely.

Thank you love.

The nail bed is purple now, and it still hurts.

I'm going to ignore it by going to bed.

I'm stupid beyond belief.

Argh!

Delete contact details?

Many women throw themselves at you, and I can understand why. I should be proud that I have your attention, but I'll never allow myself to be one of them.

Thanks for being such a sweet man. Truth be told, I knew you kissed me on the cheek that night. Whatever that act encompass, it matters no more.

I've been blessed to have our paths crossed.

Goodbye.

Love-Hate

I've been an angry person over the weekend, so much so that I get upset over the littlest issue. It makes no sense to be such an irritable person.

I love my job a lot, but the hours are killing my social life. That is what's fueling my anger.

I promised myself to never be consumed by work again, but it seems like I'm doing just that.

I've been neglecting everyone. And I hate that.

Liar, Liar, pants on fire.

Happy Birthday.

I'm sorry I lied.

I wasn't scheduled for work in the morning.

I just wasn't ready to see you.

And so I lied.

Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22)

How well are you capitalizing on this year's unique opportunities, Virgo? Now that we're halfway through 2008, let's take an inventory. I'm hoping that six months from now, you'll look back and make the following declaration:

"I've learned more about love in the past 12 months than maybe I ever have. I've also become far more skilled in the art of making myself happy. And I've finally figured out how to purge some of the martyr-like aspects from my generosity, which means I'm better able to give without strings attached and I'm more attractive to interesting people who are inclined to give me things I really want."

Ce qui sera, sera.

"You always make me want to improve myself, you know. Because I want to make you happy every day. And because your smiles are the most precious treasures in my heart. In seven words : you are my reason to be, Elise. I love you. Je t'aime, ma Lisette bien-aimée."

There are so many things which I would like to declare and share about this amazingly wonderful man, yet the protective part of me wants to keep him hidden as a secret.

To keep him safe in my heart, where only I can love him, and no one else.

He has this amazing ability to leave me speechless, and now, makes me slightly selfish.


What makes it magical is the fact that he does things which I've always secretly hoped someone will do for me. This coincidence makes it seems almost too good to be true, and most time, that is the case.

It seems as though keeping him as a secret will be the answer to cushioning the moment of truth.

For I am a millionaire.

A young man contemplating marriage sought advice from Diogenes.

"Should I marry?"

"Marriage is too soon for a young man"

"Would you have me wait then until I am old."

"Oh no, Marriage is far too late for an old man."

"What am I to do then? I love the girl."

"Love is a luxury no one can afford. It is for those who have nothing better to do."

"What should we be doing then?"

"To seek freedom. But it is not possible to be free if you have a wife and children."

"But having a wife and family is so agreeable."

"Then you see the problem, young man. Freedom would not be so difficult to attain were prison not so sweet."

"You mean to be free is to be alone?"

"We come into the world alone and we die alone. Why, in life, should we be any less alone?"

"To live, then, is terrible."

"No, not to live, but to live in chains."