New Leaves

Take your rubbish, your mother doesn't work here.

That's what the internet cafe message screen says when you leave. ha ha

I deserve to be flogged. I'm buying into full moon madness. I'm so frickin paranoid. I think I'm just used to having to be on my guard because of the last month being so intense. It's hard to let my guard down.

And It's hard to not be an arse that almost got hit by a bus. It's habit to look left then right dammit. I've been doing good up until then.

I took a healthy detour to the internet place. Healthy as in, a very strong walk, in the wrong direction a few times, but it's cool. I knew I'd find it, the key was just remembering the surrounding shops. I lean towards the fact that my feet just wanted to walk right up to that old church with the necropolis. I realized when I looked up the street that it was the same way to that church. I entertained the thought of going there before meeting Pipsie at the Internet cafe, but I wanted to be able to spend more time than just a few moments.

We went to a pub last night. Stewart was with us, and It was fun catching up and meeting new people. Also cajoling nachos out of the already closed kitchen was quite easy. We have our ways, and we will use those ways.

And, yeast is spelled, YEEST.

Just kidding.

I can't find yeast here, despite the fact that I looked in the baked goods area, I want to make my own pizza, or focaccia. And that whole Yeast / Yeest talk was the joke that we were making, 'Its spelled differently over here.' Pish. and my personal favorite, 'did you look in the baking goods?' lol.

all good clean fun.

I can't continue on that tangent, I'll keep going because I'm semi hungry. But not really. I'm enterring that dangerous area of I-don't-really-want-anything-but-I-want something.

Oh, and Pat you were absolutely right, that damn obelisk was going every which way. And for those of you who don't know, I decided to wear a conservative outfit.

I think I'm going to invite Pipsie to smack me when I start my paranoia, but I've already got a bruise that I believe comes from the railing in the spiral stairway at the pub. Who the fuck puts a spiral stairway in a pub? Were they purposely trying to get you to fall and break your neck? Two pints and a spiral stair case = hawk+injury/headache.

Gotta run,
love ya
xxxxxxx

Posted by hawkie at September 12, 2003 09:28 AM