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My favourite seasonal flowers have arrived, all down Woodbury Avenue.
I love them for every reason you can think of. They bloom at a time of year I like, when spring is still fresh and wet and green and the year hasn't had time to get hot, stale and sticky. They're beautiful and delicate and tiny and enchanting, they have a gorgeous and controversial scent that many people hate and compare to cat's pee, and they grow in extravagant abundance on a dirt-common shrub that roots happily in walls, alleys, hedgerows, farmland and woodland. They're also edible and delicious. This year I may even get off my arse and remember to make elderflower cordial.
in other news: PMS sucks donkey balls. I could live with it quite happily if it just made me angry and cranky, but it never does. It turns me into a soggy spitball of self-pity. Do you know how hard it is to type anything that makes sense when a good half of my brain is wailing "nobody luvs me yr all meeen no one ever comments waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" ?
For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.
I love them for every reason you can think of. They bloom at a time of year I like, when spring is still fresh and wet and green and the year hasn't had time to get hot, stale and sticky. They're beautiful and delicate and tiny and enchanting, they have a gorgeous and controversial scent that many people hate and compare to cat's pee, and they grow in extravagant abundance on a dirt-common shrub that roots happily in walls, alleys, hedgerows, farmland and woodland. They're also edible and delicious. This year I may even get off my arse and remember to make elderflower cordial.
in other news: PMS sucks donkey balls. I could live with it quite happily if it just made me angry and cranky, but it never does. It turns me into a soggy spitball of self-pity. Do you know how hard it is to type anything that makes sense when a good half of my brain is wailing "nobody luvs me yr all meeen no one ever comments waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" ?
For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.
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Sorry you're feeling bad - it's not your fault! Periods are horrible! *wins prize for statement of obvious* *hugs you instead* *uses asterisks too much*
Er, yes. *MORE HUGGLES*
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they smell... a bit like they taste, only very much more pungent and perfumey and a bit greenish. It's a bit like what cat's pee would smell like if cat's pee smelt really good.
does that even slightly make sense? I THINK NOT.
*whines*
*needed huggles and is grateful*
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and many hugs to you and your sad girl parts.
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Spike kept diving into the bush and coming out with dropped flowers all over him. So pretty!
thank you. needing all the hugs I can get!
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Hope you feel better today!!
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I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
But a lemonade made of the flowers are very nice indeed. ;)
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argh! skin! I just got over my LAST hormonal zitfest and it must be just about due to start again.
just spork my girl parts out now please.
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Did I tell you how great it is that I have taken the decision to not have more kids?
Hmmm... Anders makes the perfect impression of being perfectly content with things as they are, knowing that I have declared that I don't want to have more kids. However, yesterday he told me he had dreamed that I was preggers. That's all. He told me just before he left. I have been mulling over why and what he actually thinks since then...
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dreams are very often JUST DREAMS. Don't fret about it without talking to him.
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But you're right. I'll talk with him tomorrow. I think. Perhaps.
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that's not the same as "OMG must breed!"
Heh. That's exactly what happened to almost all my friends when they hit 30.
Come to think of it, he turns 30 in 3 weeks...
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No deceit needs to be involved. And sometimes what you want changes without you doing it on purpose.
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Kiss Tove for me :D
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The only excuse I have is that at that point I really felt like that. It wasn't just about kids but also about living together with someone again. I was ok having a love relationship, but I wasn't thrilled about having a man sharing my home that I had a love interest in. I really wanted the feeling of having a back door open in case the love interest turned out to be a bastard. Anders looked promising but you never know. I was still hesitant a year later when he moved in here.
At the time it was such a relief to take decisions on my own, revolting against any expectations and breathe freely again.
I haven't had time to reply to your comment the other day about the cranes but if you feel you're up to it I'm gladly accepting your help. I've got to warn you though, they're rather small and in the beginning it's a bit tricky to fold them, mostly because they're quite small.
Here's the deal, I've got the paper so I could mail you the paper cut in the right size squares. I don't know how many you'd manage so you'll have to make some estimation there. Then it's just to fold and send back to me! I don't remember if I still have your address but you can inbox me here on LJ so I have it. Pretty little feature BTW I didn't know existed until Bonnie inboxed me with cheering messages when life sucked the worst when the breastfeeding didn't work.
Luv ya! :)
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...I have no idea how long folding a thousand might take, though, and so i hesitate to volunteer for the whole lot in case it's actually impossible for obe person to do. But I can certainly do several hundred, i should think, and if that goes quickly enough you can send several hundred more.
and yes, I do understand. Everything you felt and said made perfect sense in the time and context you said it. Ot still does. Just the contrast between what you felt then and how things turned out amused me.
love you too! all of you!
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I started folding today. I have 3 measly cranes on the kitchen table; that's all I managed today in between the laundry, cooking and generally tidying up, while catering for Anders' and Tove's needs, since he was the one in charge of her. The 10 a day approach suddenly feels very unrealistic. LOL!
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Well, now, let's not be hasty. Some of them are good for something.
*cough*-Dukat-*cough*
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*laughs*
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Remind me to do something with the berries later too. Like elderberry and apple crumble.
In fact, flower-and-apple crumble would be bloody good too, now I think of it. You inspire me, darling!
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Now if I could only stop inspiring Shameless...
It's actually more of a mangrove thicket of elder plants, if that's possible. You know how one sends up dozens of suckers, so there should be enough for everyone. Although I'm claiming the lion's share :D
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although you aren't the only one to be inspiring him of late! I'm proud of that boy :D
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For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.
Oh my god, do I hear you! Cranky and irritable is still functional. A billowing bundle of emotional grievances is not. I always go through the same thing when I PMS (speaking of which, I am right now), and I'm sure people get fed up with it when I go Goji-mode on them.
*smacks ovaries into submission*
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Yeah, it'd be kind of cool to be The Menstrual Avenger and go into rages and be FEARED. Instead I get to be Weepy Girl and I have to sit on my hands not to start writing bad emo poetry or something.
*whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine*
*hugs*
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and good Heavens! I am so glad I am finished with the PMS stuff, and all the rest of it, too! When I had PMS, all you had to do was say hello to me, and I might start crying as if my heart was broken...very embarrassing, that was.
I sympathize with you...
{{{a few good hugs}}}
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thank you!
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I am gonna go post something in
(when you see it in the morning, anyway)
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I really ought to do something about that comm. It needs waking up again. When I'm a bit less tired and the court date's over with.
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Well gimme a minute to type & you should get a laugh.
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It's rumoured that honey mead, if you have access to it, is good for such symptoms. Full of superfoods that feed the body, it acts as a mood booster. And it tastes good.
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on the other hand, hot lemon and whisky with honey stirred into it might be a reasonable substitute next week when the cramps kick in. And I can probably
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Having said that, it does get worse once a month...
For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.
Lmao!
*Big hugs*
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love you! *hugs back*
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Yes, well, if they are, they're super rare or something here... & we have three of them (three bushes) at our barn in extremely inconvienient places & we're not allowed to trim them/chop them down/do ANYTHING to them.
It sucksssss.
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& I don't know how they could be THAT rare if there are three within about 100 feet of eachother. :P