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smokingboot) wrote2006-12-01 03:59 am
smokingboot) wrote2006-12-01 03:59 am
The Return of Gothnova*
It is clearly my week for listening in disbelief! All around me relationships are combusting, some like old landmines and others like...like...
Let us put to one side the Grudge of Centuries referred to in my earlier post. Let us forget psychotic hatred and turn our attention instead to neurotic paranoia, which, whilst lacking the passion of the earlier example of insanity, has so much more scope for variety of misunderstanding.
Friend 1 is recent ex of the Aquaintance from Outer Space (known hereafter as AFOS; mainly AFOS about nothing) AFOS has been told by a reliable source (oh, how we love those)that horrible rumours are being spread about her at the place where she stopped working ages ago.
She and Friend 1 both worked there, he still works there. They were a secret; somehow the word got out. Never mind the fact that she invited him to her party and gave him a full-on tonsil investigation in a place full of her ex co-workers; tis still a mystery to AFOS the genius as to how they all got the idea that she and Friend 1 were, uh, more than just friends. We all do that tongue thing with our chums don't we? Course we do. Next time we meet, remind me to slobber all over your face in that traditional British greeting, Le Snogge.
But this is not the ignominy, hell no, if only. Now the rumour has got out that they are ex...and that Friend 1 chucked AFOS! How can people be so cruel? AFOS is reeling from this new revelation, because she in fact did the chucking. It is all very well for a relationship to end but to be named the chuckee rather than the chucker? It's just too horrible. Let us pray that she survives the night. I am not staying in her house this evening or those prayers might be more necessary.
No-one else has heard these rumours. Which is not going to stop Friend 1 approaching the pinpointed, suspected and therefore absolutely confirmed blackguard tomorrow and, I don't know, challenging him to a duel or something. The good news, which clearly everyone wants as they are working so hard to ensure it, is that anyone in that circle of chums who has not heard these rumours will certainly be removed from that state of blissful ignorance by tomorrow night. The very good news is that I am very far from the flack, it may be a can of worms but it is someone else's can of worms, so apart from advising Friend 1 not to do anything that might compromise him for the sake of chinese whispers, I am well out of it. I love Friend 1 dearly but I won't be his second, not for something this daft.
Tomorrow I am going somewhere that always calms me down, the British Museum. I'm going to stare at dead people. They may be rotting in bandages, having had their brains pulled out through their noses, but they still make more sense than some of the living around me.
Next time I write an entry, it's going to be something cheerful.
*I really need a gothnova icon.
Let us put to one side the Grudge of Centuries referred to in my earlier post. Let us forget psychotic hatred and turn our attention instead to neurotic paranoia, which, whilst lacking the passion of the earlier example of insanity, has so much more scope for variety of misunderstanding.
Friend 1 is recent ex of the Aquaintance from Outer Space (known hereafter as AFOS; mainly AFOS about nothing) AFOS has been told by a reliable source (oh, how we love those)that horrible rumours are being spread about her at the place where she stopped working ages ago.
She and Friend 1 both worked there, he still works there. They were a secret; somehow the word got out. Never mind the fact that she invited him to her party and gave him a full-on tonsil investigation in a place full of her ex co-workers; tis still a mystery to AFOS the genius as to how they all got the idea that she and Friend 1 were, uh, more than just friends. We all do that tongue thing with our chums don't we? Course we do. Next time we meet, remind me to slobber all over your face in that traditional British greeting, Le Snogge.
But this is not the ignominy, hell no, if only. Now the rumour has got out that they are ex...and that Friend 1 chucked AFOS! How can people be so cruel? AFOS is reeling from this new revelation, because she in fact did the chucking. It is all very well for a relationship to end but to be named the chuckee rather than the chucker? It's just too horrible. Let us pray that she survives the night. I am not staying in her house this evening or those prayers might be more necessary.
No-one else has heard these rumours. Which is not going to stop Friend 1 approaching the pinpointed, suspected and therefore absolutely confirmed blackguard tomorrow and, I don't know, challenging him to a duel or something. The good news, which clearly everyone wants as they are working so hard to ensure it, is that anyone in that circle of chums who has not heard these rumours will certainly be removed from that state of blissful ignorance by tomorrow night. The very good news is that I am very far from the flack, it may be a can of worms but it is someone else's can of worms, so apart from advising Friend 1 not to do anything that might compromise him for the sake of chinese whispers, I am well out of it. I love Friend 1 dearly but I won't be his second, not for something this daft.
Tomorrow I am going somewhere that always calms me down, the British Museum. I'm going to stare at dead people. They may be rotting in bandages, having had their brains pulled out through their noses, but they still make more sense than some of the living around me.
Next time I write an entry, it's going to be something cheerful.
*I really need a gothnova icon.
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I hope your visit does the trick :)
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The V&A is indeed a mighty place to visit, but it's been years since I did so. Wonderful for pottering!
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Temptress...
Say Hi to Sehkmet for me ?
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