Seriously Jonesin'

As a general rule, I do not much care for sweets.

But the past few days I have been craving a Cadbury Creme Egg, original preferably but exceptions could be made for the caramel variety.

I MUST HAVE ONE! NOW!!

Seasonal treats be damned! I would move Heaven and Earth for Easter!

Digits

Mike: So how long do I wait to call?
Trent: A day.
Mike: Tomorrow.
Sue: Tomorrow, then a day.
Trent: Yeah.
Mike: So two days?
Trent: Yeah, I guess you could call it that, two days.
Sue: Definitely, two days is like industry standard.
Trent: You know I used to wait two days to call anybody, but now it's like everyone in town waits two days. So I think three days is kind of money. What do you think?
Sue: Yeah, but two's enough not to look anxious.
Trent: But I think three days is kind of money. You know because you...
Mike: Yeah, but you know what, mabey I'll wait 3 weeks. How's that? And tell her I was cleaning out my wallet and I just happened to run into her number.
Charles: Then ask her where you met her.
Mike: Yeah, I'll ask her where I met her. I don't remember. What does she look like? And then I'll asked if we fucked. Is that... would that be... T, would that be the money?
Trent: You know what. Ha ha ha Mike, laugh all you want but if you call too soon you might scare off a nice baby who's ready to party.
Mike: Well how long are you guys gonna wait to call your babies?
Trent, Sue: Six days.

I have a habit of referencing odd things. So unless one was raised on a steady and robust diet of Star Trek, an odd collections of films, music and British humour, you will undoubtedly think me a tad off kilter if you were to hang around long enough.

Yesterday evening had a bright little spot to it which I instantly referenced to one of my favourite films 'Swingers'. The main character of 'Mike' is very much me at a certain point. I'll of course elaborate more if/when anything comes of it after the industry standard two days.

Something Unexpected

I received an e-mail yesterday from someone that I did not expect.

It was from Her.

We were engaged, a five year relationship from the dark, distant past. Six years is an awfully long time to be silent. And for a few minutes of my typical verbal introspective, I actually had in mind my response to her, as I mentally prepare all written expression long before I actually put fingers to keyboard.

But no. I just can't do it.

She is from my past and needs to stay there, it took me long enough to deal with what happened in my mind and that little genie is not coming out of that bottle. This girl in her leaving had a starring role in the so far pivotal drama of my life. The part of urban Tokyo played by yours truly while She helmed the role of Godzilla with great aplomb.

Curiosity does tempt me though... what if in six long years she has changed? That she has abandoned her former self-centered ways or even if she has been saved? What then? Questions to toy with in my mind.

What concerns me perhaps even more is that she was able to locate me (even if it was only my e-mail address). I value my anonymity highly, I cherish it. And I do not like it intruded upon save for what I chose to disclose and to whom. (The internet notwithstanding, no one reads any of this.)

Go back to the shadows Aimee.