Saturday Afternoon Wanderings

I once was given some handwritten letters from a long-distance flame.

Honestly, the BEST gift ever given to me.

He swore he was a shy writer; that he had never EVER shared his writings with anyone, and that the pieces-of-his-soul-on-paper he was giving me were written for my eyes only.

Being such a literature enthusiast, and the complex hieroglyph of a man he is, I believed him.

Everyday I'd carefully take those scented artisan paper sheets out of their wax-sealed envelopes and read the beautifully-crafted poetry and prose dedicated to my person.

The letters were alive, and would connect my soul to his at a mere glance.

They made me feel things I had never felt before - they touched my soul!

However, as all good things come to an end, so did my brief liaison with the author of the masterpieces.

In the midst of the break-up, without showing any regard to my feelings, he asked me one thing, and one thing only.

He didn't ask me for another chance.

He didn't beg for my forgiveness.

He didn't plead me to love him forever.

He simply asked me not to burn or throw away HIS words.

I was sooooooooo profoundly outraged I couldn't even reply.

I shivered revoltedly!

How dared he call those words HIS???

Had he NOT given them to ME???

Didn't that make them MINE???

I'm not one to avenge things and I do not believe in revenge, but, to this day, that little tempting spark of sinfulness in me keeps telling me to.

I have thought of digging a hole on the ground, throwing the letters in and burning them, camera on hand...

I have thought of sending them back...

I have thought of tearing halves of them, shredding them to pieces and posting them...

I could go on, and on, and on... but I would probably scare away people, so I won't.

The thing is, this afternoon, as I was doing the dishes, I had a thought...

I tried to brush it away but I must confess it's brilliant!

Would it be illegal to show the world those words???

After all, they are MINE to show, are they not?

I have all the proof that they were entitled to me...

There's no copyright and I wouldn't hide his identity either...

I just want everyone to know how good a writer he is...

I think that I should show his words to the four winds...

Marvellous, I'm thinking.

BTW, I'm new at this, so advice is much welcome!

Saturday Morning Resolutions

Spent most of the night wide awake.

No unbearable heat to blame last night - there was actually a very nice breeze coming in through the open window.

The fan was on, muffling some of the downtown noises.

A nice, unexpected, smile-springing text message was sent to my outdated Nokia.

A good deed towards a friend had just taken place.

No tight clothes to cause claustrophobia.

Why the sleeplessness?

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Well, it eventually subsided... and I woke up to a very hot ray of Saturday sunlight on my face.

Revolted thoughts violently zig-zagging through my head.

I've got to do something to get me out of this state of inertia.

Must take control.

Should sleep a little more... but NO!

Up I go, bound to remove from the view all things causing chaos.

Starting on the time-stealing Internetic social network past-time.

Ought to purge virtual life from energy-sucking leeches.

Spring cleaning right at the beginning of my summer.

A few hurdles, but done - check!

Now, must go remove gigantic dead cockroach from kitchen.

Need to wash the 2-day-soaked dishes, vaccum the week-long-dustful floor.

Clean the habitat and the state of mind.

Make this a true Saturday...

Black Friday

Not the Friday after Thanksgiving - I'm in Brazil!

Not black as in bad, but black as in dark.

I'm half-sat on my bed, in the dark, catching up on Desperate Housewives and starting a blog.

How blah is it that I am alone in the dark, computer-bound on such a warm Friday night?

Blah, blog...

I decided to journal, kvetch a little.

DH is done, time for Corazón Salvage!

I have been quite fond of watching Mexican soap-operas online lately...

Bless the web, bless this blah-busting blog!

Long live it!