today, argo (my spanish-italian suitor from work - and by suitor i mean 50 year old man who keeps hitting on me and trying to convince me that the woman he lives with only CLAIMS to be his wife when he is infact unmarried) started telling me that eventhough he only has one child (a daughter quite close to me in age) he wanted 2. then assured me that it wasn't because of lack of ability or enthuasium on his side. this promptly made me blush and scurry away from the coffee station as fast as possible.
this morning, i had a craving for the kind of sandwich i used to have at my grandma's house. that got me thinking about my grandma and how she is quite a mystery to me. i'm so disappointed that she lives in england and haven't been able to have a normal relationship with her. i'm also really sad that i'll never see her again. i had a really good time with her in april, but i probably won't be back in england for 3 or 4 years and at this point my granny is 91 so i don't think she'll make it until then. its amazing that this woman who in many ways is a stranger to me is also such an intricate part of my make-up.
ciao
fav. quote
"since when are they allowed hooks and props"
melinda richka
circa 2005
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fyi: that quote is in reference to figure skating.
melinda, its way funnier out of context. well funnier to me at least. man, i think that's fricking hilarious. its cracking me up right now!!
david!! i'm surprised at you posting on my blog. you're the one who told me blogs were evil and it'll only suck away my soul. oh well, i guess we're all in this vacuum together.
listen, miss love shirt, it doesn't make any sense at all out of context.
i disagree.
however... lets put it to a vote.
who thinks my fav. quote mentioned at the end of this post is better with or without the context??
see, i win via practicality.
its only because my visitors have a form of stage fright when it comes to posting comments. people are always telling me that they really like my blog, and yet i had no idea they'd even been to it because they didn't leave their mark.
oh well. i accept defeat.
blogs really aren't all about posting. i, myself, refuse to post for an audience, minus my playlists.
i meant blogs aren't all about commenting.
cough cough.
hat.
yes, i agree. its more that i'd kinda like to know who knows what about my life. its kinda freaky to think i'm walking around possibly surrounded by people who know bizarre things about my life.
hat.
hahahhaha.
i find no comfort in my blog lately. it's interesting to see how you are the opposite.
i'm not sure if "comfort" is the right word that describes my relationship with pspd. however, it does provide a creative outlet. and a soap box.
i never (soap).
hey you changed your blogs name...
puzzled.
ya, i changed it like a week ago.
i thought it didn't make sense.
it did to me.
but without the whole big background story it didn't make sense others.
it just seemed like random names thrown together.
sometimes i lie about going to bed.
hahahaha.
sometimes i lie and pretend i'm sleeping when i'm not.
i know that like the back of my own hand...
oh melinda.
what are friends for...
friends are for reminding you who you are and who you aren't... insert picture of a big manly man here...
what? are you saying i'm a manly man?
we all are.
do you hear water running?
yes, i just flushed the toilet
we are nerds man.
i'm not a nerd.
i'm calmly flossing my teeth.
electro...
ummm, i have no response to that.
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again. no clue.
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ooooooh.
1:44 am?
you need to work tomorrow.
i don't. yay!!
this is retarded. i should be in bed sleeping right now. i was falling asleep at the Tir Nan Og at 11 o'clock. what's with me and my bizarre second winds? ugh i have this awful feeling this weekend is gonna fly by.
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a new record
goodnight my sweet love shirt
hey melinda, before i got to bed...
do you remember that crazy eyelid rash i had in the spring? that one i sent you pictures of when you were in europe? i totally forgot about that until today. weird.
night. love ya.
ya.
it spread somewhere else.
frig, i knew i shouldn't have mentioned that.
seriously, let's not go there.
you know, its kinda depressing that you and buddy are the only regular commenters. don't get me wrong, i love getting posts from you and bud, but ya. i guess i sort of wonder why i bother posting. but actually, i have been told by numerous people that they really like my bloop. i'm just in a mood.
lesley. all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. post for yer mother.
melinda, you're obsessed with my mother.
its always "your mother this" "your mother that"
get your own mother. err.
how can you wonder why you bother posting? you have only had this for like a week. talk to me in a year.
you're retarded.
well who knows. a lot can change in a year.
frig, my life a year ago was drastically different.
i wasn't going to next yet.
caleb wasn't born yet.
ben was still alive.
irina didn't live here.
april and mayeline didn't work at bombardier yet.
lots.
i'm curious about what will be different this time next year. i think joy will be preggers AGAIN!!
well regardless, do you think we can get this up to 100 comments? that would be swell.
you'll be preggers.
what!?!?!!? melinda... how will i be preggers.
apparently i'm barren ;)
Stop spreading the barron rumour!!!
but i love the barren rumour.
its like setting my standards low.
this way if i ever have kids people will be like "wow, isn't that amazing?? i heard lesley was barren! what a miracle!!!"
see. you have to be inside my head.
WHICH ISN'T POSSIBLE!
i love the name leelou. but it isn't the what i'd name my hypothetical child.
fifty one.
melinda, that wasn't much of a 51.
so i worked the "i'm barren" comment into our discussion at the Living Room tonight ;)
cheers!
fyi: one has to actually try making babies before not being able to have one...
you have a good point there melinda.
i'll stop spreading rumours about myself now.
and i promise i won't try making a baby for a really, really long time.
I am not Melinda.
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