blodeuedd

There's something so thrillingly intimate about being slightly tipsy (not drunk, this week!) and moving against your lover in a crowded club, especially when the music is mostly pulse-like drum beats.

My life, one year ago... I'm still as busy now (if not more so), but it's now much more of the spend-lots-of-time-with-one-person kind of busy than the do-stuff-with-a-bunch-of-people variety. My social life has changed on that level, for one, and also in that there are some people I saw an awful lot of last year that I've hardly seen at all (if at all) since the spring.

I think this is the first time in my life that I've been avoided (like the plague!) to my face. I know of a couple of instances of people disliking me, but I always heard about it from someone else; this kind of reaction is new to me. Sadly, I can't even say that I care. I used to call this person a friend, but this kind of behaviour is so ridiculous that I have no regrets whatsoever.

I decided to go ahead and forego two days' worth of pay in the interest of staying home, hopefully doing some cleaning (read: change my sheets, vacuum, throw out papers I don't need), delivering a gift and buying the last few gifts I want to give.

So let's see... a week and a half off, 2 parties and definitely some going out to dine and dance. I WILL get a chance to wear all my pretty dresses, purses and strappy sandals, dammit! And then, so help me, I think I'll have to go out and buy more.

Might I add that I'm not much impressed by livejournal's spell checker, it doesn't recognize "forego". Collins does.