Go for it - ask me anything! (Apart from the meaning of life. I don't know the answer to that one.)
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I just about pulled through, thanks. :) Had some downtime - which was very much needed - but also spent time with friends and family.
No real resolutions as such - I never stick to them - but like 39020394 other people in the world, I'd guess I'd like to spend 2011 getting fitter, keep on top of my paperwork and filing ... that kind of thing. Would also like to make a big dent in my gaming pile of shame ... too many games still in their wrappers! -
"Stop looking for answers in a fortune cookie and make things happen YOURSELF."
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Um ... I can honestly say that I have never considered this question before. :P
November. There's no particular reason other than I don't like the names April, May or June; January, February and March would be weird. So of the ones left, November is my favourite month! -
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Prejudice and -isms of all sorts. It's the one thing I just cannot wrap my head around. Why is someone supposedly worth less than someone else just because they're different? WTF?
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Probably spring. I don't like it too hot or too cold, so I guess this is the pleasant in-between. :)
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Florist. It was all a bit too girly-girl for my liking, even when I was 15.
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Lillies. I used to hate them but, to rid my aversion, I deliberately stuck them into my wedding bouquet and now they remind me of happier times. :)
Otherwise, I'm a simple girl with a penchant for sunflowers and daisies. They made me grin. -
I have no desire to change my name.
Although, in hindsight, I wouldn't again take my husband's surname when we got married. I AM NOT HIS PROPERTY, WORLD. -
Toast. I can't cook for shit. Although I can, bizarrely, *bake*, so even though the main course would suck I'd make it up by unveiling my delicious Bread and Butter Pudding for dessert.
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Dogs. Everyone knows that cats are evil and exist only to spy on us for the lords of the underworld.
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Ha! Oh, bless you. <3 lol
There's many. Obviously. :) But here are my top tips from scanning my bookshelves - these are the titles with the most damage on the spines ... meaning they've been read most!
High Fidelity - Nick Hornby
Watermelon - Marian Keyes
Rachel's Holiday - Marian Keyes (a dark chick-lit, tbh, but I <3 it)
Feng Shui Junkie - Brian Gallagher
How to Talk to a Widower - Johnathan Tropper
Ok, so it might not all fall entirely into the CL genre, but they definitely touch on relationships and love and are so gob-smackingly fantastic it doesn't matter. :) -
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A few weeks ago. I'd been feeling crappy for a few days and M brought a beautiful bunch of lilies home for me. :)
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Ian. I was ... 13? 14? He and my parents had caravans on the same site in West Wales, so we'd kinda drifted into a state of comfortable BFFness that organically morphed into something else. He was lovely. Kind. Beautiful eyes. Great smile. Not bad at all for a first kiss!
We stayed friends for a long time. And then, randomly - unexpectedly - he kissed me when I was 17. We'd been in his bedroom, listening to music, and he'd surprised me. Surprised me so much that I jumped and we clashed together so hard I cracked his front tooth. No, I'm not making that up - it's one of the most mortifying moments of my life.
Obviously, it was a complete nightmare and we barely saw each other again after that. :(
Incidentally, that was my LAST kiss before meeting Mark, which makes Ian both my first and last in a way. Ah, the circle of life! -
This is a bit of a story - bear with me!
I was utterly smitten with the same guy from about 12-18 (and beyond, if I'm honest). We met in Junior School, didn't have much to do with each other, but at 15ish he started going out with a friend of mine (which, obviously, broke my heart) and we started hanging out properly. It only made the infatuation worse, and I completely fell for him.
Anyway, we had a ... *moment* one night when I was about 16. I'd been crying - I don't even remember why, though I'm guessing alcohol was involved somewhere - and he'd leaned in to wipe my eyes and ... there it was. That moment. We'd looked at each other, standing a little too closely, and although I was DESPERATE to tell him how I felt, I ultimately chickened out. But I know what I felt - what *we* felt - and I've never forgotten it.
Fast-forward six or seven years. I'm out with friends at a nightclub and there he is, all grown-up and sexy and gorgeous. So we got chatting, me telling him about my engagement to M, and he about H, his then gf (who has subsequently become his wife, btw). And because we'd had some drinks, we started to dance and it was ... electric. Amazing. He held me really close and I don't remember why or how it happened, but I remember looking up at him and saying something like, "You felt the same, didn't you?" And he'd just looked back at me and said: "Of course I did. I *always* did. For YEARS." Turns out he was never sure of my feelings, just as I wasn't sure of his, and so neither of us did anything. And I just got this *wave* of regret - regret at what could have been but never was, simply because neither of us were brave enough at the time. It's such a sad and silly thing. So stupid.
Obviously, there's no regret with M. This is as it's supposed to be. :) And whilst it was a bittersweet balm to know that the teenage love-of-my-life had essentially loved me too, I just wish I'd seized that moment when I was 15 and kissed him whilst I had the chance. -
Can't decide between the two but it would be singing or drawing. I can't do either.
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I can listen to Mr. Brightside by the Killers over and over - so probably that. And no doubt my answer would change by the hour - I have no consistency when it comes to music!
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