junk food

you ask me how much junk a person can eat - i ask you how much you can provide me with.

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i ordered a kindle, then tried to help my mother. the bloodletting experience was unpleasant, and apparently unnecessary. i then went to lie down (unrelated), but didn't get a chance to before protoplasm messaged me to tell me where to meet him, so i skipped off to zula's for a rather pleasant evening of mostly good trance.

1. i know there's no nice way to let a girl down when she's enthusiastically flirting with you, but i did feel a bit bad for completely ignoring her. it's rather flattering to be called "gorgeous" by a very sexy... OMG she's about 18 and that's not a lot more than half my age :S

2. i haven't spoken to protoplasm's sister in a long, long time, and i caught her up with a quick summary of my trauma. she made a very valid point about the physical body's reactions to prolonged stress, and i pulled out the positive side of the story which did us both good - and gave her an opening to share a story with me that adds yet another "people are waking up" point to my cape town experience.

what a pleasure! i now know a whole bunch of people who are, voluntarily or not, living their lives much happier because they're doing stuff that's good for them and not simply part of some societal expectation. you can do it, too. it's not easy, but it's definitely better than realizing too late that life's too short to let other people / your environment choose your destiny for you.

we were all disappointed when the music shut down and the lights came on. not by all the good-looking capetonians, most of whom with i've made my peace. they're not all chavs, the caps appear to be in vogue and most of them were quite polite and friendly.

i felt bad about not giving anyone money for looking after the car (nobody stepped forward, and i pulled out slowly) - my mother explained earlier that the vests are rented so it's really not fair not to pay them.

after a lengthy chat with her when i got home - primarily concerned my relationship with pg after i made a comment about my beard bothering me (pg likes it) - i shaved the beard, showered, and am now drying my hair at the computer.

life is good.