sistervanian

Therapy was good for me yesterday, even though I ended up running back and forth across town twice, ack!
once for therapy and then all the way back to Ballard where I got a phone call that I had to go right back and get my "Shhh... Calm down, quiet your mind and all will be well" pills.

So his mates are throwing an event tonight, he said he's not going, and I've never really known him to lie to me, but you know? So what if he does, it's his life, and so if he goes I'm not bothered, I can't say I wouldn't much rather watch a movie and have a couple of drinks with him though, but now is the time to live for me, so it's a bike ride to the beach and back, and making an appointment for getting a full set of nails done for the first time in more than six years. I've missed my pretty hands and deserve to have them back, for me.

Anyway, I've resolved to just let it go, not bother with contacting him and wait for him to come to me. Space is what he wants and that is what he shall have. I would so like to hear from him but like he said I'll see him Tuesday at the latest. So Baby Dog and I will get by,
and I'll just live for me, tonight we tackle the monumental job of attempting to clean out the bathroom, and make it pretty again, rather than an ex hairdressers and pet blanket dumping ground. No, not that kind of dumping....

My old skool soul mantra of the day is:

You can't hurry love, no, you just have to wait.
Love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take...

So without further ado, the Gale/Brian therapy of the day.... *swoon*