standing in the queue at the coffee shop this morning it occured to me that i can no longer say 'i'm not the marrying kind' when someone confuses me for a heterosexual (it has been known to happen, honestly). because of course, us gays can now tie the knot. then i found myself wondering whether i'd get married if someone asked me (someone, of course, being a totally hypothetical/imaginary thing). these thoughts were sparked by the guy in front of me, who was wearing the most hideous wedding ring i've ever seen. it was on his wedding finger, so i'm assuming it was something lovingly shoved on there by a blushing bride. it was shiny gold, really FAT with swirly engraving. anyway, i'm sure he loves it and i'm sure somewhere, someone loves him. which is nice.
then i found myself sipping my coffee thinking about Paula Walford, who i used to go to school with. i remember going round to her house and going into her bedroom and being amazed that it was absolutely enormous. then she showed me her parents' bedroom. they were in the BOX ROOM! basically she'd insisted that she needed personal space much more than they ever would and they'd agreed to let her have their bedroom. CRAZY! you can now buy shoes that have satellite tracking in them so that you can keep an eye on your child's whereabouts should he or she have lost his/her bearings/mobile phone/marbles. which is nice, if you have children.
then i came into work.
it's Monday. and boring to boot.
Monday, January 8, 2007
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