Kiwis Corner

It’s true. It takes my friends away. Or, it did when it was new to the market. I still wonder how my relationship survived those first critical months since WoW was launched a couple of weeks after we started dating. Probably becaus we lived in separate cities and I’m good at entertaining myself. The fact that Nidde is great most of the time probably helps too.
   When I first moved to Uppsala I got to know a few people. But then WoW came, and they just didn’t have time for IRL interacting anymore. They had to raid and go on quests with their guilds and level and farm gold and get mounts and stuff. So I was pretty lonely again. Thank God for Hoffa, and Nidde. And Emma, who I studied with. But she moved away and became a glass maker instead.
   I thought that WoW was more or less down to acceptable levels in my life. The most addicted friends had slipped away in to their addiction, Nidde has pretty much come out on the other side- the occational raid every now and then but it’s harldly even once a month now due to work and friends and other games. But then my best friend got to know this girl. Who bought my best friend WoW. And now my best friend doesn’t have time for me. She hardly even answeres SMS (texts) anymore. She says she wants to see me and talk to me, but when I try to contact her she doesn’t reply. I guess she’s busy when I’m free, and is free when I’m at work. Last week I went to visit her and look at the baby rats (who were adorable, ofcourse!). We had had trouble finding a time that suited both of us since I had my sucky week when I work evening and day every other day and I think I had a doctorsappointment on my free friday. Anyway. When me and another friend came, the WoW-friend was there. Wich would have been ok, had they not been playing for half of the time I was there.
   I truely sincerely hate WoW. It really does take my friends away from me. True I have made new friends- but that doesn’t matter! I miss her! It was supposed to be her and me against the world! And now she’s gone. I hope she comes back soon. Some times I wonder if I did something wrong. If I hurt her somehow that I don’t know of or if she grew sick of me and uses WoW as an excuse. Most of the time I know (?) that that’s not true.

If you read this (my best friend, you know who you are <3), don’t be sad if I don’t call or text very much. It’s not encouraging not to get responses. But when you feel ready and have gotten over this infatuation, call me. I’ll be here, waiting.

 

I’m trying to get hold of loose belly dancing coins, tons of seed beads and a muurikka… Will I succed? Will I accomplish my mission to make The Clan of the Peacock the most awsomest clan at Ödesväv?

To be continued… 

Today when I got home from work it was waiting for me on the couch. My very own Weighted Companion Cube!

 

After a long afternoon of cruising stores and chit-chatting with Karin I went to get my bike and go home.
What did I find? I found this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Someone had put a rose in the basket of my bike! Probably just someone who left it on a random bike, but atleast I can pretend to have a secret admierer! Who can it be???

The pain is gone! It went away as fast as it came. Odd.

Otherwise life is good. Not much to report.  

Ok. So I’m in pain again. Not very uncommon since it’s me we’re talking about. I have my joint-problems, but they’re manageble most of the time.
But yesterday my right heel started bothering me. Since then, I woke up during the night becaus of pain. The inside of my right heel is swollen and I can barely touch it due to pain. On this foot I will have to walk all day. If it gets to bad I will have to call in sick from work. But I can’t call now, becaus noone will answere.
In horror I’m looking at the day I have ahead of me. Go to work- 7min walking (I’ll take the bike-maybe that’s not as painful). Walking the dogs- 30min minimum. Going to the library and the store- probably about one houre. Another dog-walk if my clients daughter have to go to school early (she often starts after lunch and takes the dogs out around 11am wich means I don’t have to do it again before we leave for rehab this afternoon). Going to rehab- 20min of walking. The next assistant will trade with me at rehab, so then I’ll bike home and feel sorry about myself.
That’s not including the making lunch, coffee, laundry etc I have to do.

I’ve taken an ibuprofen, but as you know, when you want to remove the foot due to pain it’s not very much un-prescribed  painkillers can do. FEEL SORRY FOR ME!!!

I’ve been to the emergency room twice in less then 24h. I’m all better now (it was during monday I had to go there), but I don’t feel like telling the whole story now.

So enjoy a pic I took of a cute bronze sculpture of a rat, located in the emergency room.

 

The other night when August came over we started discussing sexualities and different groups wiews on different sexualities. How some people will always claim they are discriminated against if they are not the norm, how some claims that you can choose your sexuality etc.
One thing I’m curious about is what it it that decides ones sexuality. Obviously it’s not something you can choose- if it were we probably wouldn’t have a gay community since it traditionally has been very taboo, atleast in the western societies. I would like to know, but some conciders it discriminating that it even exists research on the subject. But then, I would also like to know what decides ones personality, how memories are stored in the brain and alot of other neurologic/neuro-psychologic things.

Anyway, this disscussion had me thinking. How does one become a fetishist?
Is sexual fetishism someting that only exists in developed societies, or does it exist amongst nature folks as well? If it does, how does it work there?
Can one have a fetish (undeveloped of course) for something he or she has never encountered?

I know. I should write more happy stuff. Whatever.

Tonight is a bad night. It started out good with semla with Lina at Linne, and then Tango with August. But at the tango there was a girl who we talked to a bit, and we started talking about salsa. And so now I can’t let the past go for tonight. August came home with me and we wached Sweeny Tod. It was great! But then he left to go home and sleep (poor thing has been moving today) and I read an e-mail from my mom telling me about my sisters new prom dress. She graduates soon.
And I never got to go to prom. Partly by choice- since noone started a prom commitee I did. But then I got kicked out by some girls who just came in and took over since my ideas weren’t good enough becaus they weren’t the way it had ALWAYS been done. And partly becaus I didn’t have a dress. When we moved to Luleå my moms friend offered to make my prom dress. She is a very talented seemstress, so I was very happy. But then she didn’t have time, and I couldn’t afford to get someone else to make it since I had only saved the money she wanted (wich was material costs) and becaus of my bossom I can’t just go out and buy one since nothing ever fits.
I feel like Cinderella in the story that ends with her sitting home due to lack of dress since we all know magic doesn’t exist and mice can’t sow, while one of my evil stepsisters marries the prince to live happily ever after while I keep on scrubbing pots and pans ’till I get old and die. My sister is really sweet and I want her to have a wonderfull time. It’s just that I want that for me too.

And I can’t stop thinking of Lazaro. He’s living with Teresa now (so much for those promises of pure and platonic friendship), and they have moved to Dillen. I hope The Dillen Boys krushes his knee caps and makes him handicapped and miserable forever.
Hopefully he’ll get all the anal sex he ever wants from Teresa without causing her pain and making her bleed. But hey, we all know that anal sex without lube and warming up is the way to go! Especially if the reciever has never even heard of it before you try to stick it in the wrong hole!
The hard part is that I wish her no harm. She was only 18 when she met him, and I suppose he either treated her differentky from how he treated me (I hope so) or she hasn’t had the awakening and possibility to break free that I fortunately got after only two years.

I suppose I should make this one of those password protected entrys, but fuck it. As fas as I know there’s only two or maybe three people reading my blog anyway and they would have gotten the password. Let the world know my misery.  

I want to dedicate Umbrella with Lillasyster to Lina. (and yes, it’s a cover of Umbrella with Rhianna, but it’s WAYYYYYYYYYYYY better with Lillasyster).

 When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella