i haven't opened my phone bill. it must be overdue. telecom are probably going to cut me off in a matter of days. and so will vodafone cos i haven't followed up on that one either.
and honestly i don't know what is good for me. i proved that tonight when i had like two beers when i shouldn't ever drink again after last friday. if i wanted to go out i should have danced. DANCED. dance is where it is at. maybe i should offer to clean dance halls and one day get discovered by paul mercurio when he desperately needs a dance partner and i take my hair out of a bun, lose the glasses and voila. man oh man strictly ballroom is an awesome movie. now that i'm really in to dance i would so be the fran character from the movie.
speaking of last friday, which we kind of were because last friday was the day i decided to give up alcohol for dance, i discovered moments ago that gmail lets me look at all the chats i've had. they are all nicely archived. terrible terrible discovery. because then i realise that in the harsh light of day my instant messaging is not particularly insightful and makes me regress seventeen years so i sound like a ten year old... a sample from one thirty on saturday morning:
me:
and she was like
WHO
and he said
Friend:
what?
me:
there is no point naming names
anyway
she said that there was nothing happening
Friend:
haha of course she would
me:
and she hadn't even noticed he was giving her attention
Friend:
surely not
seriously, believe it or not i thought that this was the most important conversation of my life. oh well, life is all about glances and gestures. and instant message is like the internet version of glances and gestures perhaps.
anyway i also like instant messaging because it is immediate. cos you know how i don't open my physical mail and how that makes me mad? i currently have about 350 unopened emails. i am so disorganised that it makes me mad.
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