I now have no time to draw or finish the Way of Moderation OCT, because:
1) I'm studying full time on top of working full time because of FRACP exams next year.
2) I met a friend of a friend at a party and long story short we're together now.
That latter point still makes me boggle. It broke just about every single rule in my book, including "don't shit in your own nest" and "FOREVER ALONE". Naturally because I haven't been in any kind of serious relationship for what, 6 years, and used to it at that, the skeptic in me is really keeping me on my toes. Also I'm stressed as fuck because I have a neverending stream of journal clubs and committee meeting deadlines to meet and I shouldn't really even be here writing this entry because I have to submit my notes and get some sleep before I start working the night shift on the worse cover... who the hell had the bright idea to put neurology, oncology and gastroenterology on the same roster!?
Anyway, the point is, I always used to say that if I was going to become a half of something, it'd take me a hell of a lot of convincing. Well, I guess this girl makes a really convincing argument, and I can just imagine all those smarmy smartasses in the background who told me "you just meet people like magic" laughing and saying "I told you so". Fine. I'll wear that.
Not like I'm complaining, really!
p.s. those of you who know me on facebook, please refrain from mentioning it there. That's not a strict directive, but I don't like advertising relationships on FB, and so I don't plan to overtly announce anything unless we actually got engaged/married or whatever.
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Mood:
Zeal
yea it is a boring blunt and terrible idea but maybe you'll find that super drug that makes everyone live twice as long and then you have as much time as you need, living two lives. Doesn't mortality suck, better yet time itself. Where would we be if there was such a thing as immortal. Anyways onto the lame sayings of...
Goodluck
I guess you're just the special case where it worked anyway, since it seems like you tried to make it otherwise.
Loool.
Man, genitals lead to the weirdest stories.
I will instead suggest that you slather her up in peanut butter, then slather yourself up in grape jelly. Then wiggle around on one another and call yourself a PB&J.