Venial Sin

Enough. I’m better than this. I know that. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me, and I don’t need someone to tell me that any more. While affirmation’s always nice, it’s no longer relevant; I realised that today while, of all things, listening to the Sunscreen Song. There’s that one great line, despite the prevalence of urban myth inherent in that text: Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. The rest [...]

So I’ve decided that despite the fact that the Guy’s obviously not interested in me (I haven’t seen him in about three weeks, and on my birthday I got a text at half past midnight that read: “Happy birthday. At a shoot. Will call you in a few mins”, which never materialised, so whatever), I still need some form of closure regarding this situation. Maybe something in which I’m told (either via text message or in person: “I have no [...]

So Kay went all-out (despite not needing/having to, but he's a sweetheart that way) and handed me a bag filled with the following this evening when we met for coffee after an exceedingly long day at work. Before:        And after:       I invite you to pay particular attention to Exhibit "Something Naughty".  Read the packaging text below the large white "X". Some people really do know how to give some fan-fucking-tastic gifts. I can't even [...]

So one of the reasons that my birthday didn’t go quite so swimmingly and also why I’ve been reverting to sporadic posting is that I have a fair amount of family stuff going on at home, in terms of parental health. The big C seems to be poised to strike again, and running around having tests done, filling out insurance paperwork, arranging treatment abroad and all of that…well, it’s exhausting. The last decade has taken a fair toll on my [...]

Oh my. In less than four hours, I’m officially going to be in my late 20s. I can’t ever expect people to use the oh-so-casual “mid-to-late twenties” descriptor for me again. I’m not quite sure how well this situation will turn out. Coping is going to be a task of Herculean proportions, that much is certain. EDIT – Feb 18th: As always, the actual day of my birthday itself is completely and utterly shitty in overwhelming proportions. The dinner my [...]

You know what I love about Karachi? The fact that while I, at three o’clock in the afternoon am sweating blood and tears at my nasty little desk-job, my friends are sending me texts that read: “Great. The first hot client I have in WEEKS, and I have to abandon him because there’s been a fucking bomb threat called in to work, and the building is being emptied out.” There’s something so…refreshing about this, really, there is.

Well, I suspect that it’s pretty much over. Before it even got off the ground. I haven’t spoken to the Guy in a day or so, which is hardly beyond the pale, but conversations with mutual friends and a fairly in-depth examination of things have led me to decide that he probably has no real interest in me whatsoever, and any mixed signals he’s giving off are indicative more of a desire for friendship than anything else. Because fuck knows, [...]