the woman who always finishes your sentences, but filling in the wrong blanks

so you're saying... and i was cycling down the canal with this guy, and then this other guy popped up... and she says "... and you ignored him!"

and the end of that sentence was not that. it was obviously "... and i became a completely stupid jelly-fish who other jelly-fish would laugh at in account of the totally ridiculous wobble that was generated by the encounter. as if it was the first time it happened and all..."

blanked

i saw the hat
i saw the blue eyes
i saw the boots
i saw him seeing me pretending not to see him
i heard boom, boom, boom, boom!

things that have had me concerned, upset or puzzled this week

in no particular order

• a dress
• a memory
• a lack of communication
• a social event
• a possible future lack
• a cyclist
• a sense of direction
• a technical contraption
• an unexpected interview offer
• a slow, but steady, passage of time
• a philosophical position
• a painting and a poem

beware what you ask for

and so there i was, telling my friend that i really needed something to happen. that the ants where getting me all itchy. that i felt ready for something. and then, in hoxton square, something walked right into us.

ji ji ji

ran across cyclist from a while ago.

he's had an allergic reaction that's spotted his face, a bad case of ingrowing beard, he's lost a lot of weight, his hair is dirty, his mobile phone was stolen and he's about to lose his job.

now, of course, i'm concerned and i ask after him, what medicine he's taking, if he's feeling better, and all that.

but if external dialogue is all florence nightingale, internal monologue is all wicked witch of hell.

"a-haaaa", i have to contain myself from exclaiming, "that's what happens when you decide not to call back a powerful southamerican sorceress, ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

and the moral of the tale? obviously, i'm seriously disturbed. but you knew that already, didn't you?

life as we know it

canal
Originally uploaded by ladelentes.

you think everything is clear and well defined, and suddenly a couple of random ducks swim by and shatter the still surface of normality...