2004-05-21

Where I am now: on my matress on the floor in the corner of the spare room at Nods. I’m listening to Nods and Gilli as they quaff wine in the loungeroom, talking about childbirth, wine, dudes and astrology. Though I hardly really hear any of their actual conversation.

One thing I listened to with interest was the discussion of astrology, and the fact that Pisces is the ‘great-great-grandmother of the zodiac’. Nods was talking about how Pisces are like old, old people. I’m a Pisces and I constantly yearn to have been born into different, older times. I am such an old woman, as people familiar with me personally (or have been reading my stuff for years) will know.

I like nothing better than cups of tea and an early night. Tea pot, please. And cups, not mugs.

I refuse to drive like I stole it. Drive like a bit of a grandma, but not in the dangerously-slow-and-crap way. Just in the Sunday driver, not in a hurry but doing the limit kind of way. I won’t speed, I won’t do illegal turns and my friends think its whack. Many times I have been coerced to do minor deviant driving acts, like uturns at traffic lights (ILLEGAL, PEOPLE!), driving over almost-flat roundabouts and other really sedate driving shenannigans. (Measure that up to your friends’ favourite tales of driving veedubs over pedestrian bridges, rolling cars into parked cars, driving whilst on acid etc)

God I love flanellette.

I desperately wish I was born in different times. When things were not so disposable, where humans had more meaningful interaction (before our current individualist society), when cars were made of metal…I have such fanciful dreamings of what it must have been like in the good old days.