2012

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The Morgy-Porgy or something else

After extensive internet search in cocktail databases, I have concluded that the juice & spirit mix to which I refer in the title does not as such 'already exist'. Making it my invention and earning me the right to name it.

Below is a recipe, even further below a shortlist of titles.

1/4 Drambuie

1/4 Gin

1/2 Orange Juice

Add orange zest, ice cubes, pink straw(s) and lemon juice to taste.

Shortlist: The Morgy-Porgy, Morgieporgie, Morbo, Ghent Cathedral

On the list

Right before the holiday shopping frenzy breaks out, it's hard to say the following wish / want list is without particular end. It is however to be understood more as a reminder to myself.

• CD Spinvis
• CD C W Stoneking
• iPad
• a few new pairs of jeans
• scented candles
• pink underwear
• cotton socks
• photography books

Rant X (oh yes, very)

I've been in an increasingly bad mood for the past week and there are only trifles and my bad character that I can blame for it.

Combined with a continuing dissatisfaction of not knowing how to interact socially at work and a close friend/ house mate having an accident (drunk on a motercycle) thus ruining my weekend; I'm abot ready to explode and turn once again in the couch gremlin.

It had better not rain tomorrow, and there had better be chocolate left in the cupboard.

Rant X (but not quite)

It has been too long without updates on my personal live.

Of all the logs, blogs, journals and diaries I keep; this is the one place where I can be intentionally vague without being blamed, in fact I feel that it is almost expected of me.

Well I daresay you will not have to wait long before I fall (desperately) in love and I shall need to moan and complain about why the feeling is never ever returned. The person on whom I have set the hopes of my misery and wailing inspiration is a colleague. About my height, dressed casually, nice haircut, hipster glasses, soft voice and timid charachter. But younger and very much taken.

You see my falling for him completely and ensuing heartbreak are inevitable.

Not for daltonists

I am one!

A month ago, coming within three years of my third decade on this planet; I thought myself (and not before time) too old to be falling in and out of bubbly love and unreasonable hate with every change of season. Too old to chase after cute specimens of my kind, too old to still want and desire.

And yet there is hope in my heart. Unfounded delirious joyful hope where all hope should be crushed, dead, extinguished. Hope.

As a wise men said:

"Yes, McCoy. Hope is a human emotion. But after many years in their
continious company I can't escape being tainted. And hope is an emotion I will
not be ashamed of, considered it is turned to good."*

* attributed to Mr. Spock, more or less

Just another blog/internet-thingie

My answers are in the comments!

Nailpolish Medicine

I have before today blogged about how happy painting my toenails makes me. But I daresay there is yet some scientific study and experimentation necessary on it's use as an influenza-medicine; I swear I felt better the second my toes were green.

A poor lonesome house mate

I used to think that I was a loner, since almost everything I like doing (reading, writing, showering, drawing, knitting, ...) is doable alone and I'm never at ease in company. Never.

Until for the first time in a long while I found myself alone at home with no plans and/or intentions. I f*****g hate it. I need people to talk to, to enjoy my food, my wine, my movies, my books, breakfast and newspaper.

Edit: Just realised one thing that is good about having the house to myself: singing along tacky (and not so tacky) music. Very very loudly.

Kuh Kuh Kuh Kuh Kowkayne

While my house mates are slaving to keep the house clean and free of fleas, on the verge of influenza or abroad getting drunk more slowly and expensively then would be possible in governmentless Belgium; I go to work and come home bubbling with joy.

Mostly because I've allowed myself to crush on a colleague, mostly to escape the love sickness of a heart broken in the last year; and which will soon enough case me despair.

I must be honest it is almost alien to me to type theoppostie of hope; I can't yet imagine what horror and sadness and grief I feel when I'm not in this mood and I've been this bubbly for so long I'm starting to suspect my housemates of putting cocaïne in my food. The only reason I know this cannot be possible is that all of them would rather snobble (sic) the fairy dust themselves.

Who put amphetamines in my food?

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday Moheli

Happy Birthday to me*

27! But I don't feel in the least bit old, merely extremely excited and hoping for either the stripper that I asked for yeserday OR a sports ' enthousiast who'll take me for a quick quarter-thriathlon to pop by. My level of energy is ridiculousy high.

Anyway: thank you everyone for attending; the memory of your company and your (cute) presents will forever be cherished. Anyone who missed it is welcome for tea and leftovers this afternoon/evening.

*lyrics curtesy of Eeyore

Le waste of time

Today I spent 6 hours in meetings. Six.

That's about 5 hours more than I 'm prepared to sit in an uncomfortable chair, listening to management decisions that not in the least concern me. And the one gathering that was actually interesting and interactive was a mixed succes.

Mixed since

a) I wished I would not have had to put up with the blabbing of colleagues/attention whores.

b) I took on some extra-operational responsabilities of which I have ofyet no clue how I'm going to manage them.

Ohne booze

"Ich brauche zeit,

kein Kaffein

kein Alkohol

kein Nikotin"

I'm not entirely sure but considering the stupid things I've said today and how I feel right now; I think giving up alcohol for another year isn't really that bad an idea.

The web is also the ocean

For a while (a time period roughly corresponding with the time in which this blog has been free of vague meanderings and lack-of-love induced laments) I have been wondering about some unsolicited romantic advice. The tip was unasked for AND unwelcome as I took it to be both an accusation and an insult.

To be short it was proposed that I find a potential mate on-line. Much as I like and enjoy my 'connection' with W3 I made it perfectly clear that I prefered my personal relationships to start in real life. And yet every now and then I hear arguments in favour of the suggestion, and never any against.

It is true that I might enjoy a somebody to share my life with but I resent the implicit message that I MUST HAVE a partner to appeciate life to the fullest, even more it annoys me that I am considered to awkward to meet people through day-to-day interaction - even though this is probably true. Since I have given up the wish and hope for a child of my own, I'm in no hurry to lose whatever freedom I have left.

Red is the colour

Is there a greater joy than to have to most perfectly brighly painted toe nails? As summer draws to a close I flaunt the happy footsies for as long as I can.

You've said it Lucy van Pelt

Quote #47

It's been so spot-on my exact feelings so often in my life that I find the saying deserves a better title than 'Quote #47', but I can't think of one.

Though it might not be literally true and though I can't be certain (yet) that he loves her, or she him; this is why I want to cry right now.

The hardest thing you'll ever do is seeing the one you love, love somebody else.

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