Spring is such a weird season. It seems to get people's hormones in a weird state.. Or then A's like that always. Hmm. I think she's like that always. But it's fun, since I don't have that much action going on at the moment so I can live through her crazy crushes and whatnot, and I'm kinda thankful for it. Kinda. Though I still almost cried when I watched Kate & Leopold, and I don't even like Meg Ryan that much and her hair bothered me a LOT when I watched the movie.. It didn't suit her at all, but maybe it had something to do with her 'I'm an independent and successful woman and I need to have a masculine and weird haircut' thing. Who knows.
Anyway, I discovered gentlemen haven't gone extinct quite yet - I went to buy some food for Mini at the minimarket round the corner, and they keep these cans on top of this.. what's it called, fridge for sodas and stuff. And it's like 2m high and I'm only 171 cm (or 172 as my sister claims) tall, so it's pretty difficult to get anything from there, especially since the cans are ALWAYS, without exception, pushed so far away that I just can't reach them. So there was this guy working at the counter and apparently he saw me trying to jump and get one of the damn cans, and he came over to help me even if I didn't ask. I don't know why but it made me feel so much better.. until he said that I look just like my brother, the annoying one. I didn't even know he knew my brother. Why do people always tell me that I look like him? He's dark and good-looking in his own way and the only thing we have in common is the smile, only I think it suits him better because when he does it, everybody thinks he's just this cute young boy who'll get away from trouble just by smiling. Maybe that's why girls fall for him.
I got a message from J the other day and from his friend too, they always seem to contact me at the same time which is a bit creepy. Anyway, his message annoyed me a bit.. It was a bit patronizing. And I don't like that sort of tone. Like I said before, if people start telling me what to do or even suggesting something with that tone, be it something smart or not.. I don't know, it just bothers me. A lot. Anyway, not going to vent about it now. I'm too tired and still a bit annoyed by the message.
The other day I realized why I don't like him that much anymore - he's too much of a feathery stroker. Way way too much. I used to think I like that sort of stuff and of course I still do like it, in normal quantities, but too much is just too much! If you don't know what or who a feathery stroker is, read Rachel's Holiday or Anybody Out There? by Marian Keyes or just google it. Or this might help: "A Feathery Stroker is a man who will spend hours gently caressing his woman, before looking deep into her eyes and asking her tenderly if she wants to have sex." Yeah, that's exactly what a feathery stroker is.
vintagejunk at 1:10 a.m.
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