kaalvoet oppie kibbutz

ek se.

that's what i'm here for

lucky came around, and we sat and talked for a couple of hours. but really talked. we never seem to have enough time to get it all out :P

i got into uniform - it's weird playing dress-up, especially if it's not for purposes of sex - and went through to ramat hasharon with her. i got myself some shuwarma... it's the first time i've ever been told to sort my salady bits out myself... and my clumsiness (that's been showing itself the last few days) reached its peak: i made a mess.

hmmm. that could all have been written in code.

but it wasn't.

i then took a bus (hence the uniform) to herzeliya, from there to pituach, and then to afula. i needed to sleep on the bus, but i couldn't get comfortable. thank goodness i'd brought some music.

i arrived on the kibbutz in time for dinner, and then chilled and chatted and watched mindless tv. my favourite. the most interesting soap-opera plot i've ever heard:

woman (a) walks into the house, overhears her mother (b) talking with another woman (c). (c) refers to (a) as her daughter, and (a) bursts in and confronts the two of them for lying about her parentage and not telling her she was adopted. after much hullabaloo (the word just seems appropriate in this context), (a) is informed by (c) that both (b) and (c) are her parents... (c) impregnated (b) accidentally before having a sex-change operation, and (a)'s father-figure was (c)'s best friend who stepped up to the task of raising a child.

genius!

i've been arbing online, and i've gotten my feet a bit earthy outside (^_^), and now that i've had a 25 minute chat with lucky on the phone - it must be a sign - i'm going to get ready for bed.