Venial Sin

From a conversation between myself, and my friend who’s Over-Extended By 2 Much… [12:52] Sin: Someone’s getting fired… [12:52] Sin: And I haven’t decided whom it’ll be yet. [12:53] OEB2Much: this isn’t just because you’re pissed off and need to let it out somehow? [12:53] Sin: Ummm… [12:53] OEB2Much: Sin… [12:54] Sin: No, I don’t want a cigarette, thank you for asking! [12:54] OEB2Much: just, do something with your hands. [12:54] OEB2Much: twiddle your thumbs, crack your knuckles, I don’t [...]

Three days of partying have reduced me to a coughing, plague-ridden, mucus-secreting barbarian, who wants nothing more than to be curled up in bed with a hot-water bottle and some hot chocolate. Unfortunately, that’s not happening; instead, I’m trying to figure out whether or not I’m in love. I think I may well be. Oh all right, it’s not love, it’s lust, but really, do the semantics matter? He’s totally dreamy, tall, dark hair, dark eyes, pulls off a suit [...]

I was watching HBO’s Six Feet Under earlier today, when I got back from a simultaneously good/crappy day at work. I never really got into the show when it began to air, if only because as a senior in college, I didn’t really have a lot of time to watch TV (other than Buffy the Vampire Slayer It was a fantastic show. Well, at least until Marti Noxon and Joss Whedon started SMOKING CRACK and fucked up the last two [...]

Who says I can’t find my own shining knight on a white charger, bearing down to rescue me from everything? OK, he’s not Arthur or Belvedere, or even a Gawain, but at least he’s low-maintenance.

Waking up this morning, the third day of Eid, grateful that the carcasses and all other remnants of carnivores gone wild have miraculously disappeared from sight, I found myself in what my friends refer to as an “off” mood. I could spend hours analysing it, poking it as mercilessly as I do the sore muscles in my legs, but for what was given to me this morning by my khala (mother’s sister, aunt): My father brought this book…holder? stand? (something [...]

I just spent tonight partying (during Eid), drinking heavily, and hitting on the elder brother of someone who was my year at high school. Imagine if you will, the combination of being drunk and horribly embarrassed. I assure you, this is a rarity for me (the combination, not the drinking, God knows), and right about now, I could easily be the poster child for communism. I didn’t realise a brown man could be this red.

So I cracked and had a cigarette (or five) today. Given that it’s been since Saturday, I don’t think I’ve done too badly. In fact, that averages out to about a cigarette a day. Which is good, given that I was, not too far in the recent past, a pack-a-day tar inhaler. The first was when I went out to lunch with Kay. What led up to that, you may ask? Well, it was a combination of three things…

All of a sudden, I’ve found my faith in a divine being all over again, thanks to Anna. I always did think there was more to the whole Garden of Eden story than simple apple-eating.

Almost 72 hours without nicotine (if you don’t count second-hand smoke), and I’m losing my mind. I’ve been reading voraciously in an effort to maintain my sanity, and I came across something in Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum today that resonated deeply with me. I thought I’d share: “You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding [...]

Note to self: drunk dialling is one thing, but drunk dialling internationally? Is a problem. (Sorry Ryan. I promise to be more coherent next time, if indeed there IS a next time.) I would write about my weekend and how it was, if indeed I could remember anything about it. Here’s what I’ve managed to piece together from assorted text messages, missed phone calls, and half-remembered early morning dialling.