Tuning into the rythm
Take out the paper and the trash. Yakketi yak.
The song from the radio was filling the livingroom with joy and happiness. I have no idea who was singing, but I guessed the song was from the 50’s. It made me smile and think about “I love Lucy”. I personally think that if you get happy by thinking about Lucy, then you got good humour or you know what good memories are. In any way, I was happy while humming along to the song, then suddenly my MSN started nudging and a window popped up:
ELISABETH! Are you ok?
Right. Just to get this clear and get it over with. 3 days ago, I broke up with my first boyfriend ever (if you can even call it that after 2 weeks), because it turned out he only wanted 1 thing and when I couldn’t give it too him, he started wondering if I was a über – christian and if he had started going out with the wrong girl. His words, not mine.
So I broke up with the dude, and he didn’t seem as heartbroken as I wanted him too.
I want everyone to STOP asking me if I’m okay. I would rather ask “HIM” if he’s okay, because my life is very peachy and I feel relived and not that pressured to go and stare in the mirror for some unexpected zits or armpit-hear that should not be there. Why can’t you just say: I’m so happy for you! Or, there’s a good gal, read a book, drink tea (you know that tea cures all sickness and is for every occasion)?
Over the last couple of days, I have filled my body with any kind of warm liquid and lots of sugar. I don’t give a hoot about sugar not good for weight and blah blah blah, because I love my body and I love my self.
To bad for HIM.
Yakketi yak!
PS: My mother just banned me form watching "Pirates of the Carribien". Blasphemy!!!!!!!!
- Elisabeth Ice Cream
The song from the radio was filling the livingroom with joy and happiness. I have no idea who was singing, but I guessed the song was from the 50’s. It made me smile and think about “I love Lucy”. I personally think that if you get happy by thinking about Lucy, then you got good humour or you know what good memories are. In any way, I was happy while humming along to the song, then suddenly my MSN started nudging and a window popped up:
ELISABETH! Are you ok?
Right. Just to get this clear and get it over with. 3 days ago, I broke up with my first boyfriend ever (if you can even call it that after 2 weeks), because it turned out he only wanted 1 thing and when I couldn’t give it too him, he started wondering if I was a über – christian and if he had started going out with the wrong girl. His words, not mine.
So I broke up with the dude, and he didn’t seem as heartbroken as I wanted him too.
I want everyone to STOP asking me if I’m okay. I would rather ask “HIM” if he’s okay, because my life is very peachy and I feel relived and not that pressured to go and stare in the mirror for some unexpected zits or armpit-hear that should not be there. Why can’t you just say: I’m so happy for you! Or, there’s a good gal, read a book, drink tea (you know that tea cures all sickness and is for every occasion)?
Over the last couple of days, I have filled my body with any kind of warm liquid and lots of sugar. I don’t give a hoot about sugar not good for weight and blah blah blah, because I love my body and I love my self.
To bad for HIM.
Yakketi yak!
PS: My mother just banned me form watching "Pirates of the Carribien". Blasphemy!!!!!!!!
- Elisabeth Ice Cream
kiwiqueen - 11. Aug, 16:12
