So Long

I don’t like having to say goodbye. I don’t remember it being this hard when Bestie left but I suppose I just love her, I’m not in love with her, so I guess it makes this time that little bit different. I know it will all work out the way it is meant to, but I don’t want her to go. It’s selfish and needy but I like having Wifey here, I don’t want her to be so far away, I like to go to her house, I like when she cooks awesome vege food, I like to have someone to talk about The L Word with, I like having someone to go on Lady Dates with. I am trying very hard not to wallow, that won’t help anything. I had a big cry last night when I watched a couple of episodes of The L Word, but anyone who could watch the last three episodes in season three and not cry like a sissy girl must have a cold, robot heart. Watching other people having to say goodbye to people they love doesn’t make it any easier to go through the same situation yourself, and just reminded me how much it sucks.

Tomorrow I am going to go shopping with D’Mummy. I can’t think about 1pm. I just need to keep reminding myself that it will all be fine. It’s a good thing. Wifey needs to go and teach and earn lots of money and meet awesome, wonderful people who deserve her exceptional company and cast her spell over London and I need to stay here and finish uni and graduate and be a Maid of Honor and just move on. It will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine. I get to see her next year, she’s coming back to visit in July or August, that’s only seven or eight months, twenty eight weeks, barely anything when you think about it in terms of a lifetime.

Christmas Day was alright. As much as it pains me to admit, we have lunch at Sizzler. I come from a long line of the picky eaters so a couple of years ago the executive decision was made to have lunch at a place that offers lots of variety, and Sizzler it was. As a vege, let me tell you it is difficult to eat $70 worth of bread rolls, roast pumpkin and ice cream. They change the regular offerings and put on roast meats and veggies and cold meats, they keep some of the salads but most of them have meat in them, so my options were limited. Not to worry, I ate enough and everyone else was happy. They had crackers on the table and in mine I got a clip on mustache so it’s obvious the Universe did what it would to make my day awesome. It’s never a bad day when you get to wear a mustache, I feel.

After lunch I headed over to Jac’s and kept her company for a little while. The plan was for her to be alone of Christmas Day so I bought over DVDs and chocolate prepared for a vegging session but was greeted with the news that Jac and her family had decided she should come to Melbs for a whirlwind visit and I ended up taking her to the airport this arvo. We ended up watching a DVD in bed before she left, so any time spent in bed is good time. I love lounging.

I’ve just decided I want a bicycle, Jac got one and now I want one (like a true child). I don’t want a mountain bike or anything, ideally I want a low rider bicycle but I fear they will be stupidly expensive so I would settle for a 70s bicycle, none of this gear business, I just want it to stop and go and have a kick stand, I don’t want to change gears or have hand breaks, I have a car that has those features. I also would like a stack hat, but I don’t know if they make them anymore.