Hmmmm

So, last night I went to DOminion. and It was goodnbess. in ral loevels. for one,f ree chocolate and a backrub, w00t. a on another, good music and company that makes me feel human again. and on yet a\znother., more loveliness about "Woah, I have self confidencew now?"

FOr one, i have gottent o the point whrere I can jsut toss on something and head off to dominion - I don;t have a compuilsionh to make msyelf look pretty. look neat enough to be out in puiblic, yes, but n compulsion of "Omg I can;t go there unless i am done tot he nines" - just, tossed on something black and was out of the door. (in thois case something black was my Wreck t-shirt, my new ioron maiden hooidie and a long black skirt. with thick leghggings underneath :P)

another pooinbt was that =,w el, i damnced a bit. *ducks and hides* Never more than 2 dsongs ina row and if I fdelt dizzy or bad I ewent to sit immediately! and no more than maybne ten songs, total, if that! but yeah, went to dance. this was when Personal Jesus came on. at that point, the only person on the dancefloor was someone who is absofuckinglutely incredible dancer - think makes your eyes bulge and your jaw fdrop and you think he is going to break something any moment now but he doesn;t, he is jsut so good. and when the song started? 2 other[people besides myself headed tot he dance floor, both who I knew to be pretty damn gooood dancers.

Now, int he past this would have intmidates me to not dnacing. because of thew whole "I will look so stupid compared to them!" factor, as well as other things. but this time? I was happy to jsut dance, didn;t matter who was on the floor with me, igf there was any0one, or anything. because it has finally sunk into my head - theere really ius no fiucking way it matters what i look like when I dance., I am not a fucking exotiuc dancer, there to be eye candy - I am there to dance because the music makes my spine tingle and i go crazy if I don't.

In short, Ireoland is good forf me.

at the end of the night i took a taxi homew rather than th ebus becuase I figured I did not want to walk as much as the bus wopuld have required.,. and thwe taxi drivfer got lost ont he way \o/ he was nice, tho, and stopped the meter when he realized he was somewhere totaqlly not the right place... :D

Now i am just going to mooch on the sofa until a biut latter, when I am going to risk going out casue I need painkillers.,a dn something edible...

All in all, life is good.

I jsut wish I could see the boi :(

(oh, and tro demonjstrate how different it is here than in the loast ploace: I have been here for almost 2 weeks and today is tghe first sday anyone has brought out the vacuum cleaner :D )

Hmmmm

Feverish daydreams are lovely.

Except, when they leave you seriously frustrated.

(and realizinbg you would like to copulate withg smeone from DOminion when you have an express "No guys from Dominion until the boi thing is sorted out" policy oin place does rather suck)

(No, it is not you, alan_ie)

(And no it is not the backrub guy either)

(Or. Mr. "Oh god he is bending WHAT WAY?!")

(... jsut give it a rest)

Oh,m and asked the boi if he wants to have coffee wiith me one of therse days. Gotr blow n off. Le sigh.