Category: life and living

…but I’ve been meaning to say this for a while:
Hi Lizzy.

:p

(And as explanation:
To my knowledge, Lizzy is the only person that I know who found this journal without being told about it. She was a student in the first class I PF’d, is a PF herself now, and one of the most amazing people I know. She’s bright, friendly, and one of the few people I know that shares my love of all things India.

Apparently she overheard me talking about keeping a blog, knew I owned my own domain, and loaded the main page for this site, which leads nowhere. She thought a minute, then typed /blog, and voila!

So, she startled me mightily a few weeks back by telling me that she’d read my blog… and I blinked a few times and went “wha?” Heh – score one for Lizzy!)

I am not Eve.

Eve is slender and lithe. She is painted into her jeans, paired with a sweater aged just so, perhaps a tiny tshirt edged with lace, and shoes and a purse that cost more than what many of us make in a month. Her piercings are trendy and small; if she has any tattoos, they are undoubtedly sweet, and placed where it is just slightly risque, but still quickly revealed. Her body has tried so hard to fill out the pants and sweater, but her diet prevents all but the gentlest of curves.

She has straight, bleached blonde hair and blue eyes. Or maybe curled brown locks, streaked with red, chocolate pools for irises. Sometimes she’s a natural redhead, other times she’s a fiery fake. Her ID swears she’s 21.

I am not Eve.

I am older, although apparently not wiser. I curve in all the wrong places, and a few of the right, but too much there. My hair is not the right colour, my eyes fade behind crows laugh lines. I paint myself into nothing.

I am there to comfort, to hold hands. I am there to talk to, to reveal the past to. I am there as a foil, to focus the attention of Eve, to make sure she notices the dancing, to make sure she’s jealous enough – bait, for her.

I am not Eve. What I am is ‘the good friend’. The one who gets out of the way.

Holy crap, this is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen! Go Team Apple!

My life occasionally steps into a sitcom, and then it gets really entertaining. Rachael’s dinner last night was one of those moments. The entire cast of characters, main and supporting, were at the table for dinner, and the result was a lot of belly laughs and sharp comments. I think my favourite line was Sean saying how much he’d been wanting to get his mouth around someone’s big, meaty balls…

(In fact, the two large – and I mean large – meatballs were the source of much humour, quite a bit of it teenage…)

I figure my/our show would be something between Sex and the City and Friends. I mourn for all the poor folks who’ll never catch an episode… 😉

I’m often told that my life should be serialized, or turned into a movie. Since general input has been that it’d be a cute comedy, I don’t mind so much…