Bits and bobs
Aug. 28th, 2007 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zouzounakiYou know when you take a bite of a andwich or something, and then you try to talk, so you sort of shove it to the side of or under your tongue? That's how Scott Stapp sings. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
picklepopsicle calls it the pickle in the mouth.
I don't mean to sound like a fanatic or anything, but I did grow up around one of the most (unintentionally) inconsiderate smokers I've ever known and this is an observation: I haven't gotten really sick in a long time. I mean like coughing up hard bits of brown and grey...somethings. I seriously think it's because I'm not around my mom smoking all the time anymore. I never got sick like that when I was young, and haven't since she passed on; there was just that period of about fifteen years when I was a shut in and near her all the time. I loved my mom but she used to sit there and tut about people complaining over second hand smoke while the rest of the family, two chronic asthmatics, would be choking until they were purple in the face.
I miss having a bedroom "suite." I don't like to be seen before I've gotten myself ready. It's not like, "Don't look at me! I'm a monster!" It's more like a matter of privacy. The first house we lived in when we moved to Florida, I was completely private; the second, there was this pocket door that shut in the second and third bedrooms along with the bathroom, so that was as good as a private suite. Here, I have to parade across the hall to the bathroom; I don't care for it.
I think I might be having a mid-mid-life crisis. My celebrity crushes are getting younger and younger, as I pointed out to my sister last night, if you take, from the beginning of the year, Nicolas Cage and then progress down to Shia LaBeouf, which I really do feel like the creepy lady in the car offering him candy. I mean, there are older men and men my age, like Jeffrey Donovan or Edgar Wright, but then there's the Shias and Garrett Hedlunds. My sister was surprised but then admitted that she had had a dream in which I was romantically involved with Daniel Radcliffe.
Which is pretty flattering, 'cos Harry Potter's hung!
I'm extremely bored.
Peace, Ghani
picklepopsicle calls it the pickle in the mouth.I don't mean to sound like a fanatic or anything, but I did grow up around one of the most (unintentionally) inconsiderate smokers I've ever known and this is an observation: I haven't gotten really sick in a long time. I mean like coughing up hard bits of brown and grey...somethings. I seriously think it's because I'm not around my mom smoking all the time anymore. I never got sick like that when I was young, and haven't since she passed on; there was just that period of about fifteen years when I was a shut in and near her all the time. I loved my mom but she used to sit there and tut about people complaining over second hand smoke while the rest of the family, two chronic asthmatics, would be choking until they were purple in the face.
I miss having a bedroom "suite." I don't like to be seen before I've gotten myself ready. It's not like, "Don't look at me! I'm a monster!" It's more like a matter of privacy. The first house we lived in when we moved to Florida, I was completely private; the second, there was this pocket door that shut in the second and third bedrooms along with the bathroom, so that was as good as a private suite. Here, I have to parade across the hall to the bathroom; I don't care for it.
I think I might be having a mid-mid-life crisis. My celebrity crushes are getting younger and younger, as I pointed out to my sister last night, if you take, from the beginning of the year, Nicolas Cage and then progress down to Shia LaBeouf, which I really do feel like the creepy lady in the car offering him candy. I mean, there are older men and men my age, like Jeffrey Donovan or Edgar Wright, but then there's the Shias and Garrett Hedlunds. My sister was surprised but then admitted that she had had a dream in which I was romantically involved with Daniel Radcliffe.
Which is pretty flattering, 'cos Harry Potter's hung!
I'm extremely bored.
Peace, Ghani
