What's one regret from your past? And don't give me that happy-crappy I wouldn't change a thing business because there's something. You wouldn't have worn white jeans in the eighties, or you wouldn't have crapped on the floor when you were in grade one, et cetera. You've got something, so fess up.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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1) A brain for blogging, leaning towards the humourous and crazy.
2) Fearlessness
3) Alcoholism
Yes.
Honestly, I regret not doing more physical activity when I was a kid. All my companions in Karate are all naturally athletic. I have to work much harder at it.
Sara, Jorge and I are just standing here emotionally naked while you hide behind the cloak of distance . . .
(insert happy crappy crescendo-ing music here)
Such intimacy should be kept to ourselves though, and our emotional nakedness. ;)
It was grade three, and JR, scrawny kid with a (let's say piano tuner) father and an older brother everyone thought was growing up to be gay, liked me. No one liked him like THAT, particularly, including me. Then JV, one of those over-tall, clueless but very friendly and popular girls started dating him. (Again, we were eight.) So I'm walking home to my babysitter's one day and J says, invested with his new authority: "Shelley, I really liked you but the thing is...." and then my best friend (this, I can confidently assert, was the former Miss Nancy Snow) ran up and he never finished.
That pause haunts me. I am single as I write this and blame the pause.
I also wish I had taken the liquid acid in the manky fluoride spit cup at the Grateful Dead concert in 1994.
Wow, how much of a townie am I?
*since many of you still live in the same area/may still know these people, initials will have to suffice. If the brother didn't grow up to be gay: I meant somebody else.
Trust me, it does.
Too many lampshades to dance with. That's my regret! :P
Worn - White jeans, products from the Mr. Marv collection.
Said - "Christie, meet me at Mac's." "If I'd have known it would be like this, I would have asked you out ages ago!" "Would I like a job moving soiled matresses out of your hotel? Absolutely!"
Done - Trying to learn all of grade twelve math in one weekend, that year where I didn't work or go to school but caught up on Perfect Strangers and Major Dad.
Here's another one for me - Picking Physics.
Mama can't resist.