what not to say to people about to get married

"Hey, it's ok to fight. Fighting is what people do. It's how we remember that we're still in a relationship. One day you won't be fighting and you'll be divorced."

DISCLAIMER: I actually thought I was helping.

(no subject)

J and A,

Ok, there is nothing that the rug hasn't revealed but just so the two
of you know: I am anticipating a rather isolated few months and I hope
that you are prepared for whatever accompanies 2.5 weeks + of
self-entertainment. We will be fine. Money is inconsequential, sex
doesn't fucking matter, relationships are just an excuse to not self
evaluate, and the point of this email is actually just to remind you
of my new email account.

N

why do you want a ring on your fucking finger?

I don't remember writing this, but the title was saved in my drafts...

girl can't help it

I can't sleep anymore. I haven't had a good night's sleep since last Thursday. Friday was blotto with Alanna and Adam. Saturday was on a plane and robbed me of 8 hours. Sunday I was up. Monday I was up. Tonight I am up.

Is this fate? I forgot Pasty in Vancouver and PT (evil boss) bought me a region 1 copy of the Jackass 2 DVD. It can only be played in North America. Is that a sign?

Must be. So I am thinking of a couple of months in Vancouver this summer. I guess I always sort of knew this would happen once I visited. Even on our uneventful evening it was still so good to be out with people. Friends. It had been so long.

H is upset. He is worried I am going to fall in love with the last person I would fall in love with and I will never come back. I don't know if I will come back for the person who still can't be with me. After all this time. And an international relocation. I came to London to live with him. And I don't. Live with him. And he made that choice. I said last year that the situation needed to be remedied by the Spring, but can I really bully him into being with me? And would he ever give up Flo? These are questions I probably don't want answered.

Here's my resolution: 2007 is the year of me. This is it. I am going to buy a pair of £400 shoes, go where I want, live where I want, do what I want. I am so fucking tired of pleasing everyone else. Looking forward. I can't rely on other people to make my life what I want it to be.