lots of accidents
It was an accident. Shouted the news about Jonbenet's supposed murder. Apparently he is saying that he accidentally strangled her. Ummm. I see. A paedophile accidentally killed his paedo victim. Yar, that goes down with me. He is even sicker if he is being outspoken to be in the limelight.
This story was The Sensational Story for about a decade. A scandalous unsolved murder of a tiny, fairy like beauty queen in Colorado. Loads of fodder for speculation. What kind of mother lives vicariously through her child to place her in that baby pageant crap? [side note, go see Little Miss Sunshine, a tribute using hilarious symbolism to the state of Americana dysfunctionalism, a story of trying to cope with not being shiny happy people and realising that it only exists in photos and magazines. And they make a farce of little miss beauty pageants.]
This Jonbenet Ramsey story was the beginning of weird looks and rumours where the state of Colorado was concerned. Then came Columbine. What was going on in this state? Thank goodness Southpark was made to restore a sense of balance, and answer questions.
so moving along,
I realised, that if you are attune to it, you can determine when a bloke is chatting you up to make a move on you, and when he is being conversational on friendly terms. It was at the wine tasting my last night in Los Angeles, at Silver Lake Wine. Where the lead from Entourage, the latest HBO show craze (probably hitting the UK next year, watch out for it, it sizzles) showed up. But two guys talked to C and I. And both of us had the same comment about them. That one was looking for action and the other was just a genuine chatty guy without agenda. Note to blokes, the pants agenda is transparent.
I found out the next day as I was with my parents in the Albuquerque airport, picking up my sister who arrived just after us, on our way to the wedding in Santa Fe, that coincidentally she had been in LA that week too. Thanks mom, for telling us. But it is an indication of how much sis and I chat. And, the previous night I had thought how much the uber hipster area reminded me of her. It turns out that with heightened coincidence, that night she was down the street from me doing the wine tasting, in the same area, drinking and playing pool. The gods are so funny.
Recently I also found her myspace page. It was odd reading it, seeing sides of my sister, a person with dark and light sides under her sleek family persona. She probably would be just as amused and whoa'd if she read this blog.
When I was at the wedding reception, I drank copious amounts of red wine. Mysteriously, this action altered my memory somewhat. The next day I realised that I did not remember getting to my room. That has never happened.. I woke up thinking, I can't believe that guy shunned my advances (referring to friend of groom's) which must have met I hit on him [oops], my parents asked if I left the reception much later after them (uhh, no, went to bed shortly thereafter…[ruh-roh]), and then dad say's why didn't you tell us earlier you were seeing someone…oops. I told them I was seeing M! me and my wine slackened mouth. Perhaps I briefly entered the dark side, pulled in by the romantic aint life grand ambience woven by the many happy couples at the wedding. Look, I have a man too! EEEK. I let myself down. Not because I am seeing someone, but that you shouldn't let other people push you to prioritising it or making it a status symbol in order to be accepted.
Speaking of, he visits me from Portsmouth tonight. We have not seen each other in a month, but have been communicating regularly. So, the pause button is off, the play button is on, and we shall see. As my friend in LA said, about my thoughts on my relationship with him, your heart says one thing and your mind says another. I wonder if this is due to my personality, or does it almost necessarily come with age, learning from others, and copious dating experience.
This story was The Sensational Story for about a decade. A scandalous unsolved murder of a tiny, fairy like beauty queen in Colorado. Loads of fodder for speculation. What kind of mother lives vicariously through her child to place her in that baby pageant crap? [side note, go see Little Miss Sunshine, a tribute using hilarious symbolism to the state of Americana dysfunctionalism, a story of trying to cope with not being shiny happy people and realising that it only exists in photos and magazines. And they make a farce of little miss beauty pageants.]
This Jonbenet Ramsey story was the beginning of weird looks and rumours where the state of Colorado was concerned. Then came Columbine. What was going on in this state? Thank goodness Southpark was made to restore a sense of balance, and answer questions.
so moving along,
I realised, that if you are attune to it, you can determine when a bloke is chatting you up to make a move on you, and when he is being conversational on friendly terms. It was at the wine tasting my last night in Los Angeles, at Silver Lake Wine. Where the lead from Entourage, the latest HBO show craze (probably hitting the UK next year, watch out for it, it sizzles) showed up. But two guys talked to C and I. And both of us had the same comment about them. That one was looking for action and the other was just a genuine chatty guy without agenda. Note to blokes, the pants agenda is transparent.
I found out the next day as I was with my parents in the Albuquerque airport, picking up my sister who arrived just after us, on our way to the wedding in Santa Fe, that coincidentally she had been in LA that week too. Thanks mom, for telling us. But it is an indication of how much sis and I chat. And, the previous night I had thought how much the uber hipster area reminded me of her. It turns out that with heightened coincidence, that night she was down the street from me doing the wine tasting, in the same area, drinking and playing pool. The gods are so funny.
Recently I also found her myspace page. It was odd reading it, seeing sides of my sister, a person with dark and light sides under her sleek family persona. She probably would be just as amused and whoa'd if she read this blog.
When I was at the wedding reception, I drank copious amounts of red wine. Mysteriously, this action altered my memory somewhat. The next day I realised that I did not remember getting to my room. That has never happened.. I woke up thinking, I can't believe that guy shunned my advances (referring to friend of groom's) which must have met I hit on him [oops], my parents asked if I left the reception much later after them (uhh, no, went to bed shortly thereafter…[ruh-roh]), and then dad say's why didn't you tell us earlier you were seeing someone…oops. I told them I was seeing M! me and my wine slackened mouth. Perhaps I briefly entered the dark side, pulled in by the romantic aint life grand ambience woven by the many happy couples at the wedding. Look, I have a man too! EEEK. I let myself down. Not because I am seeing someone, but that you shouldn't let other people push you to prioritising it or making it a status symbol in order to be accepted.
Speaking of, he visits me from Portsmouth tonight. We have not seen each other in a month, but have been communicating regularly. So, the pause button is off, the play button is on, and we shall see. As my friend in LA said, about my thoughts on my relationship with him, your heart says one thing and your mind says another. I wonder if this is due to my personality, or does it almost necessarily come with age, learning from others, and copious dating experience.
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