James & Georgie

Typing errors will be the death of me.

I had a problem with WordPress just then. It turned out to be a new plugin I installed that was causing the problem. When I found this out, I talked to James:

me: HOH
me: FUCK YOU PLUGIN
me: FUCK YOU
James: *PLUG*
me: but i loved that plugin
me: it betrayed me :’(
me: it was poo. I liked that plugin; it put a little icon next to external links like in UTS online :)
me: :(
James: ngawweee! time to move on.
me: and fix the plugin :@
me: give it a /bash
me: and a THURST
me: FUCK
me: FAIL
me: LOL
me: -.-
me: I’m not even going to post the correct emoticon.
me: It would be humiliation by far.
James: *nods* allow me.
James: THRUSTTHRUSTTHRUST
James: Under the flopping red cocks, we can stand erect with proud, outthrust bosoms.

I was intending to be funny and use a rather sexual emoticon of a guy thrusting. Fail. -__-

I don’t know why I have Carpenters’ music lying around – must be from the stuff my dad wants me to burn all the time. :S

James and I finished watching The Notebook, and it was great. I know I’ve watched it so many times before, but eh. ;D

I don’t like it when people go on about how long they’ve been together with their boyfriend or whatever. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve “been with” the person. You could be together for ten years but still not know everything there is to know about the person. You might not have even shared a kiss.

Similarly, you might have spent a couple of months with someone, but what you share is special. You might have had long talks over the phone every night.

In my case, I’ve known James for, well, six years. We’ve only been together for two, but we had a good friendship before then.

Hmm well you know what they say. Quality, not quantity. <3

I never thought I’d be into lucky numbers… as a child, people told me the numbers 7 and 9 were lucky, and I kept that note in my mind.

From that day I thought “97″ was the coolest number ever.

Often, my mum would buy a lottery ticket and those were the numbers I’d choose, along with 1 and other random numbers that meant nothing to me.

Over time, “97″ became a figure that didn’t mean so much anymore. I realised that my mum’s “lucky numbers” were numbers of our house, her birthday, her birth year, her sisters’ and brother’s birthdays, and my birthday, my brother’s birthday… a multitude of numbers that were obtained from little, special days.

At one point I liked the number 10, because I happened to like someone who had some association with that number… whatever.

Now, I simply think the way my mother did.

The other day on the Pop forum, which my host, Kya, opened, I was entering a little competition she initiated that allowed you to get a hosting upgrade for free.

I was using a lot of space on my account and each month my bandwidth was (yet again!) close to running out, due to most of my domains being on the account, and my website having a lot of visitors in general.

Participants simply had to pick a random number between 1 and 30, and a number would be pulled out.

I didn’t really think, but I put in 26 because that’s James’s birthday.

This morning I received an email saying I had won an upgrade because I guessed one of the numbers that was randomly generated.

James, I love you. :3

Happy 20 months. =)

Thank you… for everything.

I want to say, that I miss you. Wherever you are… and I wish we could talk.

I shouldn’t be, but I’m feeling sad, and I’m feeling lonely and I feel like today, I’ve lost myself.

I don’t want to do anything anymore. I wish I could sleep for days on end, but that’s not possible. They make me feel worthless and terrible.

When you’re not here I feel so alone. I don’t have many, or any, people I can talk to who make me feel better.

When I grow up, I want to live in the country. I want to live away from people. Unlike my current house, I want to live in a nice one. I can keep it clean and buy little things to put in it. Little things that are unique. I want to make my own furniture. I want to save money.

And even if I don’t have money, I want to be a happy person. I want to be happy with whatever I have.

I don’t know. I wish there was a time of peace. Sometimes, it’s too hard to pick myself up off the ground. Sometimes I look and I don’t see anywhere I can go.

I wish you were here.

Lovingly,
Georgina

HELLO. And happy October.

As you can see, I finally got around to switching the layout a bit, so it looks damn sexy. And you better admit it/agree. :D

My posts totally on this side (because I have to be after James, heh, heh). And if you comment, the blog appears on the left side and the comments on the right. Told you it looked sexy. ;D

I hate these default emoticons but everyone knows I am too lazy to get around to such things… even if I did manage a literal ten-minute job on EyeThief.com‘s new layout.

I haven’t been feeling well. Poo. Yesterday I had a mild sore throat when I woke up, but during the day it progressively got worse. FML.

I found it quite annoying. I was starting to lose my voice at work, despite taking a lot of honey. (I believe in the natural remedies yo.)

This girl pissed me off at work because she was too lazy to rub out her answers and swap the words around, so she drew fucking arrows showing that she intended the words be swapped. I don’t tolerate laziness.

I don’t think in an exam, a teacher would be bothered to look at your essay and realise that the conclusion was first and the introduction was last, no matter how many arrows you put in.

I should do my assignments now…

OH AND PS. Comment on James’s blog. He’s sad because no one is. :3