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on the pit of Shame and Damnation (SHAME AND DAMNATION) - 2005-10-06
My subconscious is a traitor. Over here among the Cool Crowd (ahem) my conscious mind has come to terms with the lack of love in my life and has decided that love is all well and good but it is a pain and messy and we are all really better off without it. So. Introducing Happy-Singleton!Jolene who will never buy an Alsatian for the reasons that Bridget Jones' Diary (I'm sure) will be happy to provide. Happy-Singleton!Jolene has male friends, will meet more male friends who will all remain perfectly good and platonic male friends until God or lightning (which can be attributed to God in some religious circles) decides otherwise. Over there in the silent and empty pit of Shame and Damnation (SHAME AND DAMNATION, Subconsious, SHAME AND DAMNATION!), however, my subconscious is merrily dreaming up an amazingly good looking young gentleman who saves the whales and singlehandedly defeats sharks just so he can ride off toward the clothestore where I seem to work (i.e. Sunset) on a flying dog not unlike the one in The Neverending Story. My subconscious, who must be creditted with that absolutely delightful dress it dreamed up that could be found in the clothestore where I seem to work all ready for my purchase (as my good looking young gentleman is also filthy, filthy rich), also decided that once I had that delightful dress on it was time to put me on a date with the the good looking young gentleman while Mortimer (mini!crush!!!!!!!!!!) stands in a dark corner and sulks because he is jealous and wishes it were him I was dancing with instead! Well! I can only say DREAM ON, subconscious, or, you know DON'T, because I am HAPPY-SINGLETON!JOLENE and DO NOT need to work out my issues in my dreams, because I have no issues, and certainly none pertaining to that young man Mortimer. NONE. That is all. EDIT: Oh, by the way, yes, this Happy-Singleton thing is a direct result of the whole Sudden and Short-Lived Infatuation thing. I think my heart needed a little reminder from my head that I do not need to wave my hanky at every man who passes my line of sight, and also that being able to share my dreams and creativity with whomever I'm destined for is something both my head and my heart agree on completely. So it's fine, I'm back in my world of fairies and the like (it's surprising how often I leave it behind to chase fleeting passions only to find myself grouchy, needy and completely disheartened), and I'm going to be okay.
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