Random Scorpio, Scots & MAURA Notes
.1. Forgive me ahead of time as my home on the interWeb will be a slight shambles in the coming days; I am splitting things up and bringing back my Random Personal Notes.
.2. Since I am starting up the RPNs again, know this: I am intensely private and anything that is blogged means almost nothing to me. If there is a situation or an individual that holds any sort of meaning for me, it/they will not be referenced online. RPNs are an illusionary sketch of the caricature that is I.
Don't let this blog fool you; don't think you know me.
.3. A 'WORD UP' to Maura as she gave me a heart attack and a serious shout out on her live journal. It is huge and it nearly made me cry. I am sporting Tony Curran's hat, which is sort of funny. He called me 'Palestine' for the duration of our conversation...and so I was left with no choice but to ring back with 'Scotland'. He has very unique eyebrows and is surprisingly tall. There is something about Scots men and height. They have a lot of it.
This is a nice thing when one is in search of shelter and protection from strong winds and torrential down pour.
.4. My dad's invited me over for dinner this evening. He was going to cook something for me.
Oh my God.
I love my dad...but he is no culinary master (do hope he thinks my life too boring to check this blog). In fact, he owns one of those grilling things that you plug into the wall and then throw chicken on to. Without spice. Without sauce. Without flavour.
When we made plans he chimed in with an excited "I'll make pasta and grilled chicken!". I had no choice but to counter with "NO! You rest. I'll cook and you don't have to worry about anything," as sweetly and as convincingly as possible. My life was at stake.
Now, I must cook. Something. And apparently, "coffee" isn't considered a viable option. Who knew?
.5. A friend recently gave me a copy of some freaky astrology book about the compatibility of signs. As I am a Libra, will post on a per sign basis, what it is that will draw you to me (e.g. should you be Aries, you will be drawn to me because...etc.)
.6. Have recently discovered that the love of my life - Tamer Hagras - is married and has procreated (as if marriage weren't enough!). Although I don't mind being a durrah, and only for Tamer, I am slightly distraught by this news. But his web site has been revamped and there's a slew of new photos. This shall keep me satiated for some time.
Also, he is a Scorpio which explains why I am inexplicably drawn to him (although: his height, body type, and face may be the more obvious reasons) and would have made him my ideal match according to above mentioned book *thank you Ms. Goodman. Although am a Libra, was born under a Scorpio moon and so this is supposed to explain my temperament and why I am constantly drawn to the alpha of the Scorpio. Damn them, the Scorps!
At least my father isn't a Scorpio. That would have been creepy.
.2. Since I am starting up the RPNs again, know this: I am intensely private and anything that is blogged means almost nothing to me. If there is a situation or an individual that holds any sort of meaning for me, it/they will not be referenced online. RPNs are an illusionary sketch of the caricature that is I.
Don't let this blog fool you; don't think you know me.
.3. A 'WORD UP' to Maura as she gave me a heart attack and a serious shout out on her live journal. It is huge and it nearly made me cry. I am sporting Tony Curran's hat, which is sort of funny. He called me 'Palestine' for the duration of our conversation...and so I was left with no choice but to ring back with 'Scotland'. He has very unique eyebrows and is surprisingly tall. There is something about Scots men and height. They have a lot of it.
This is a nice thing when one is in search of shelter and protection from strong winds and torrential down pour.
.4. My dad's invited me over for dinner this evening. He was going to cook something for me.
Oh my God.
I love my dad...but he is no culinary master (do hope he thinks my life too boring to check this blog). In fact, he owns one of those grilling things that you plug into the wall and then throw chicken on to. Without spice. Without sauce. Without flavour.
When we made plans he chimed in with an excited "I'll make pasta and grilled chicken!". I had no choice but to counter with "NO! You rest. I'll cook and you don't have to worry about anything," as sweetly and as convincingly as possible. My life was at stake.
Now, I must cook. Something. And apparently, "coffee" isn't considered a viable option. Who knew?
.5. A friend recently gave me a copy of some freaky astrology book about the compatibility of signs. As I am a Libra, will post on a per sign basis, what it is that will draw you to me (e.g. should you be Aries, you will be drawn to me because...etc.)
.6. Have recently discovered that the love of my life - Tamer Hagras - is married and has procreated (as if marriage weren't enough!). Although I don't mind being a durrah, and only for Tamer, I am slightly distraught by this news. But his web site has been revamped and there's a slew of new photos. This shall keep me satiated for some time.
Also, he is a Scorpio which explains why I am inexplicably drawn to him (although: his height, body type, and face may be the more obvious reasons) and would have made him my ideal match according to above mentioned book *thank you Ms. Goodman. Although am a Libra, was born under a Scorpio moon and so this is supposed to explain my temperament and why I am constantly drawn to the alpha of the Scorpio. Damn them, the Scorps!
At least my father isn't a Scorpio. That would have been creepy.
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