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Twenty Things

October 25th, 2005 — 2:26am

I don’t normally do this kind of thing on Hubris, but hell, at least it’s all about me…

1. Everyone (who’s anyone) uses the phrase “jumped the shark” about TV shows, or sometimes bands, or just celebrities in general (for example “Milan totally jumped the shark when he let that groupie wear his hat right in front of me”). I’ve started to use it to describe friendships. Not cool.

2. I have seven sets of duvet covers (yellow, pink with gold, magenta & purple, brown & red retro, blue undersea, burgandy oriental brocade and brand new silver brocade) but only two sets of sheets – black and lime green, and four single duvet covers, including my New Mexico-ish Ralph Lauren cover that I got when I first moved to Japan, which we had to specially order and cost like $400 (shoosh. We paid $150 for an Xmas tree once…)

3. I have real problems with trust and jealousy – and given my background, I’m really not surprised.

4. The reason I hate being called a blogger is because I’ve been doing this for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS motherfuckers, when that word wasn’t even a glint in anyone’s eye, and why the fuck do all these newbie people get the attention and book deals and why aren’t I famous yet?

5. I made Anji and Sebastian worm themselves this weekend right along with me. My next guess is that I have haemarroids. Of course my reason for thinking this has absolutely nothing to do with an advertorial in the local rag of course…

6. I’d really like to have a cock to fuck Jessica Simpson with. This is not a “lesbian sex doesn’t count compared to hetrosexual sex” blah blah blah crap, it’s just that dude, she’s so horrible but there’s something about her that makes me want to fuck her ass and mouth.

7. I no longer talk to anyone I’ve had sex with (this would probably be an advantage if I fucked Jessica). There’s only a couple of people on that list that I wish were still in my life. Others I miss when I think of jokes that only they would get.

8. I am secretly impressed with how much pus I can squeeze out of my various pimples and assorted other bumps.

9. I am terrified of people liking my online persona and then meeting me in real life and going “wow, she’s just not real at all” and disliking me.

10. Often I think that I will spend the rest of my life without ever hearing anyone say that they love me again.

11. I find the idea of being a housewife in the 1950s strangely appealing.

12. Half the reason that I want to be a music writer is that I have a fantasy of having a musician fall head over heels in love with me and write songs about me.

13. There’s this one song on this one CD by this one guy that makes me go huh, but I’d be too scared to lose it if I did ever find out that it wasn’t actually about me.

14. If I had an infinite amount of money to spend on a car, I like to think that I’d still just buy something like a prius. Or maybe an oldskool convertible. But definitely nothing too ridiculously expensive and/or evil.

15. If I was cloned, I’d probably be friends with me, but I might think that I was too needy and/or insecure. I’d probably have sex with me though, if I got myself drunk and came on to me first.

16. I feel like I have a decent enough grasp of the English language that I don’t feel bad about twisting it to better suit my purposes.

17. When I was under five or so, whenever I counted to 20, I would generally forget the number 17. Spazz.

18. I can’t get a credit card for another four years because I didn’t pay my car registration fee.

19. I often prefer Latinish type beers, like Amarca, Corona and San Miguel, but I’ll drink pretty much any kind, except for Lion Red.

20. I plan a lot of funerals in my head – not just mine, but those of an assortment of people I know. I think about what I’d wear, what I’d say in the eulogy, what we’d serve at the wake and how I’d spend my inheritance.

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4 October, 2002

October 4th, 2002 — 3:58pm

So, while I’m drunk enough and also happy enough, I might give you a brief heads up. I’m really tempted to not to though, because oh for fucks sake, can people misunderstand me just a little bit more? Am I really that obtuse? I’m considering shutting down Hubris once and for all. I thought I was clearer and easier to understand on paper, but apparently not. It just really fucking bugs me, eh.

BUT! Here’s another list:

  • If you search for “Wellington Gay Drum’n'Bass Massive” on Google, my site will appear second. This explains some things.
  • You won’t remember this, unless you were in my class with me, but when we were in Second Year, we always used to use the computers in the Journo room for our assignments, except sometimes this horrible 3rd year Journo student used to lord it up over us and kick us out really bitchilly. Guess who got Terri’s job at work – you know, the one I applied for, for the role I have to work with every day that I’m in the office. Oh yes.
     <!-- and she's even more annoying in person in real life. the next two months are gonna be HELL -->

  • I wish I could write little semi invisible comments all over other people’s sites. This goes for a whole universe of people
  • My computer has decided that it won’t connect to the Internet unless I have hooked it up to Bo’s computer first, despite the fact that this is my dialup machine. Hi, anyone wanna do a reinstall for me?
  • Diet Coke with a lemon twist tastes really nasty and rancid, because the lemon makes it smell like industrial cleaner. Other than that, I think I can pretty much make the switch to diet coke – the regular kind, that is. If I crave Vanilla Coke, I can just add vanilla essence.
  • I thought for a while that maybe I fucked up really badly, and that’s why we weren’t friends any more, but it’s really you that has no concept of friendship and loyalty and stamina, isn’t it? One strike and you’re out.
  • Actually, I’d been seriously thinking of putting in to place a “three strikes and I give up” policy on people who don’t return texts or emails or phonecalls. I make allowances for people on prepay though, and people who I know who are really busy. But actually, that’s really lame isn’t it? I might just revert to being introverted instead.
  • Today was Terri’s last day, and so we drank bubbly in the sun in the Domain at lunchtime and proceeded to the pub just after 4pm, while I was still dazed (my job has been officially acknowledged to be “Sit and Look Pretty” after I reported back in a team meeting that really, that’s all I’d done all week and everyone just laughed and said well, it’s a hard job to do) and I just got home just a little bit ago, sometime around 10.30, and there was a photo of a nekkid snow-woman in my letterbox, and I was SO confused cos there was no return address on the envelope, and then I figured it out – thanks Cous – hope you enjoy the zine. The pub was great, especially when strange boys from Warkworth bought me drinks, maybe in an effort to redeem my opinion of their town but probably not. But hey, free liquor is free liquor. Doesn’t mean that it’ll win my heart over when it comes to the new girl in our office though.
  • Some of the people in my Faculty are actually really cool, but FUCK I will miss Terri. She said I was a sweetheart and had been really good to work with when I left. Bridget and her both cried a lot. So did Gayle.
  • OOS is back with a vengence along with the big capital D and all that other fun stuff. Oh, new this time round – smell-induced panic attacks. Choice.
  • I’ve managed to come to grips and terms and stuff a little bit, and I’ve decided to drop my PR Practice paper, because it was that or fail all my papers, and that’s the one I’m already credited for.
  • I am trying to take better care of myself. I am trying to take better care of myself. I am trying to take better care of myself. I am trying to take better care of myself. I am trying to take better care of myself.
  • Inspired by insomnia and also a little bit of a “grrr!” feeling caused by people over-rating themselves, one morning around 3am, I sat down and wrote a list of all the people that I have had crushes on in the past five years. There were four boys named Daniel. There were three boys named Mike. There were boys and girls. There were people I’d scored. There were various Internet layabouts. There were over 50 people on the list, some who would freak out if I told them that I had a crush on them, and many who wouldn’t. That included a grand total of one person that I’ve been in love with, who left me, and one person who I fell for, who thought that I was good enough for a fling but not a relationship. And a whole bunch’o other flavour’o the week or night or hour people.
  • Actually, maybe I would be able to get away with my own brand of being totally straight up if I was skinny and pretty.
  • Actually, I’m fucking cold.
  • Actually, I think Bo really is a crack whore, and we ACTUALLY use the word ‘actually’ far too often.
  • We went on a crazyass hypo mission last night to Briscoes. Consequently – I HAVE NEW BED LINEN! YAAAAAAAY! She claims that bed linen will be the downfall of the Western Society. I like the way she thinks.
  • Love and respect and thoughts out to LP. <!– i hate that bad things happen to the best people –>
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    bring it on

    July 18th, 2002 — 9:28am

    Thursday, July 18th 2002

    In which Joanna ponders her ovaries in some detail

    Yesterday I’d half written this excellent disection breaking down the stereotypes in the Breakfast Club which I’d watched that afternoon on two glasses of wine and some codeiene cos I was bored, and I wrote how I could easily match up the nerd, the weirdo and the stupid jock to people that I’ve shagged, and also probably the badass but I was having trouble matching the Molly Ringwald princess character until Tom told me exactly who it corrolated with because of major Princess Complex going on with that particular person and he was so right, but anyways, I lost that whole entry because I had to go and take a drunken phonecall from Anji, and spent over an hour only saying “Yep”, “ahuh” and “yeah”. I could have been a character on the West Wing, if I’d said it with that funny abbreviated swallowing their words kinda way that they all do (Incidentally, I can’t remember who it was that said it, but someone suggested that there’s only one character on the West Wing and I sometimes think that they’re right. CJ is still fabulous though.)

    But anyways, that was yesterday, along with Maree phoning to say thank you for the faxes I sent her the other day, so I invited her around to eat vege lasange with me (it was the fucking best lasange ever, with leeks and onions and mushrooms and bromocoli and kidney beans for protein and pumpkin and tomato and everything). That was probably the highlight’o my day, seeing her. No wait! The other highlight yesterday was a suprise coffee in the courtyard of Strawberry Alarm Clock with KateH who is my sunshine although she shoulda been working. Was that yesterday? Or the day before? I can never remember. Wait, I think I wrote about that already, so maybe that was Tuesday. Who knows?

    Blah blah blah. Work today. Right now Clay and BradC are at Pluto and Gomez, the bastards. I asked them to bring me back Milan, but I doubt that they’ll remember to, since it took BradC exactly one month to bring me my birthday present. And I still maintain that a cinnamon donut really ain’t any kinda present. They were drinking Soju and also Cider before, so I laughed at them over the top of my dry martini with a twist and the olives on the side. Then BradC got under my duvet cos he was cold and Clay gave me looks, which is ridiculous cos he already gave me full permission to pursue him if I want to, but I don’t think I do. I need to learn to make myself happy without having to disengage my brain all the time, etc. Plus, I’ve done enough pursuing for the year.

    Also, I have had the dull distant ache of a soft headache all day, so I know it’s the goddam pill, and I’m going to have to do some serious thinking. If I skip the sugar pills, there’s a risk that I’ll have PMS all month, and I don’t think anyone would be able to deal with that. If I don’t, then I might always have this ache when I’m on the sugar pills, and while it’s not the fullscale migraine’o last time, I do realise that i’m going to have to make sure that I have full oxygen going to my brain at all times in order to keep it from getting to that evil “I think I’m going to die because something has exploded in my skull feeling”. And you know what maintaining proper breathing means that I can’t do. Grrr. So I guess I could go off the pill. I’m not using it as birth control, cos ha, do you ever see anyone actually fancying me enough to have a dedicated relationship with me where I trusted them enough to stop using condoms? I doubt it (side note – I am 22 years old and only one person has ever told me that they loved me). But in theory, the pill is regulating my ovaries – and also apparently clearing up my skin and making me less hairy. My skin isn’t really that bad though, is it? And yeah, I have horrible hairy hobbit feet, but that hasn’t seemed to have changed over the past two months. However, yeah, I do want to get my ovaries in line. Hmmm. Maybe I will wait til I’m next sick and needing to see my doctor and then I’ll discuss it with her. Dammit, if this was two months ago, I could still go see her for free cos of the whole U22 free sexual health visits.

    Blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. I think I had more to talk about but maybe I don’t. Bopha is coming back tomorrow – oh how I have missed my little girl! And I get to see KateH again too, and that kicks ass. If I had been good and gone to watch them all playing indoor netball, I coulda seen her and Maree and JeremyO today, but Maz said that they weren’t going to be wearing short skirts, so really, what would the point have been?

    I really wanted to go to Gomez, but it was $60, and I’ve been increasingly crowdfreakouted, so I dunno if it woulda delivered $60 worth’o satisfaction to me. But fuck, Pluto are great live. Oh well, I’m sure they’ll play an individual gig sometime soonish, and at least this way I wasn’t subjected to Chris Knox.

    NEWSFLASH! Clay and BradC just got back, and apparently they met a friend of Jarrod’s from Wellington, and OH MY GOD it was the first boy I ever kissed who I was madly in love with for a very long time afterwards. Now I’m really bummed that I didn’t go.

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    Take Cover

    December 17th, 1998 — 1:51am

    Thursday the 17th of December

    So today, everyone’s favourite American President is killing civillians because he doesn’t want to be impeached. Don’t even TRY and tell me it’s a coincidence. I voted for him in the mock elections we held at school back in Seventh grade – yeah, like I’d choose Ross Perot or Bush. I didn’t think that having an affair would in any way make him not be a good president – unless he’s going to declare war like this to get the heat off himself. The thing is, I’m not an Iraqi, and I’m not American, so whatever’s going on ovre there really shouldn’t concern me too much, but it does.

    UI moved to Japan right after the Gulf War, into an American based society. I didn’t really think the war was such a big deal, because I was only 10, and all I knew about it was the odd headline or 20 from the Evening Post, and those fireworks images from CNN, that TV One piped in especially. In Japan however, apparently there were major threats of terrorism, so much so that the school buses had the “American School In Japan” logo taken off them, and students were told to tell everyone they were Canadian. It’s a fucked up world we live in. Then at 2.30am today, just before I went to bed (yeah okay, I’m writing this entry the day after) I thought I heard the distant roar of air-raid sirens, but figured there was nothing I could do anyways.

    Why the hell am I talking about all this crap? There’s so much today that’s my own life that I could talk about. It’s December 17th. Those of you that know me will know why I’m moping. Those that don’t can hang on for it while I get through my basic day.

    I worked two hours at my aunt Leonie’s house this morning. I did some typing for her (her keyboard was too clacky, so I made so many hidi errors, not like on this speedy wee baby) made some changes to her address database, and started cateloguing her collection of Japanese books that she bought off my grandfather’s collection (other side of the family)for her Nakano group. All terrific fun of course. Luckily I’m getting paid $10 an hour cash.

    That was probably about as ragey as I got all day. I spent a lot of time revamping my website, trying to use Dreamweaver. For those of you who didn’t spot it, there’s now an extra table of contents. And there’s a couple of new sections too, maybe. I spent ages trying to get rollovers to work. They worked first time when i was just playing,but now I want them they don’t. Ain’t that just typical? That’s okay, cos apart from hurting my wrist, it also managed to keep my thoughts off other things. I guess I should probably explain, huh? This day last year is when I lost my heart. And my head too.

    I guess it sort of serves me right, cos I’d mainly started talking to him cos he was always so flirty in the room, and that made another guy I knew jealous, which is always fun. It got to the stage that I was talking almost exclusivly to him on IRC – I stopped going in rooms, and only messaged my girlfriends to tell them things he’d said to me. I was so fully smitten, I guess because people told me that he had a crush on me, and we were labeled as a couple even though we weren’t. The week before, on the 10th I’d gotten heinously drunk at my friend Amy’s house, and had come on IRC going “I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeee you” (I only know this from reading logs of it) which was just disgusting. I managed to get away with that though, by blaming it on Amy and Fiona. But yeah, back the 17th. I was up late chatting to him, and talking to Andee too, when he made some sort of comment about how I didn’t want him to say that he loved me until we’d met. I started crying, being the sap that I am, thinking there was no way he could mean that in the way I wanted him to, but when I finally got up the courage to ask him about it like an hour later, it turned out that yes, he did have a crush on me. There was no way in hell that either of us wanted to have an internet relationship, so we were going to wait till we met at the Gathering (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah you say, more pieces falling into place) to see what the story was. I stayed up all night talking to him then, only leaving because my dad was getting up in ten minutes. It was the most amazing glowing feeling, despite the fact that it was obviously a doomed situation. I’ve never had someone like me mutually before. The whole next day was bathed in gold. I couldn’t stop smiling. He made me the most gorgeous site for Xmas, with this picture on it that he made – featuring the glowing orb of the sunrise we saw together in different cities. Sigh. So sappy.

    Of course, in the two weeks leading up to the Gathering, we had a big really stupid fight, and he also revealed that he was still in love with his ex, but aaaah well. There was still enough there for me to be scared shitless of meeting him. So yeah, and then he thought there was no spark, but he still came to stay with me, and I fell head over heels in love with him, and he just didn’t care. Maybe I should post the letter I wrote him. At the time, it was so important and special to me, but that WAS a year ago. I just like telling stories which is why you’re all hearing about this now. That and well – he is still sort of in my head, just because I still feel like it’s last year sort of, because I’m on holiday again. That’s okay though. It can be fun reminiscing. To quote myself:

    Replaying the past is like having all these good (and bad) movies to watch, that you don’t have to go to the shop to rent so they’re heaps cheaper and slightly more interactive

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    Lovesong

    November 16th, 1998 — 10:45pm

    Monday, November 16th – sort of

    Okay, so I think that TECHNICALLY it’s still the 15th, but hey – by the time I’m finished
    it’ll probably be the 16th. Oh who cares? It’s my journal and I can do what I want in it.

    So yeah. Tonight I drove Shirley’s car to the shop – now THAT was interesting. Her
    gearstick didn’t seem to be centred properly, so I fought with it for ages. And stalled
    three times pulling out of my park. Then I got lost driving around the block, and had to
    turn around in an area the size of a playing card. I hate manuals. I was on a mission to
    buy chocolate – mission was a success, captain!

    Shirley and I watched this cheesy show about NZ love songs, that was kind of lacking,
    and Ardijah had no place on it. I liked the Exponents (Victoria) and Dave Dobbyn
    (Loyal), Chirs Knox (Not Given Lightly – of course) and natch Bic Runga, but I dunno – it
    could have done with Shihad or HLAH or the Headless Chickens. Yes they do lovesongs,
    dammit! Thank god there was no mention of the feelers though!

    Mmmmmm so do you know where this is leading you to? Yup, my very own list of
    special love songs. These all bring a nochalant smile to my face when I hear them. There
    are others – inncidental music and stuff, but these songs are just the esscence. Actually,
    maybe I’ll mention others. And count the number of times the Smashing Pumpkins
    feature!

    1. ‘Don’t Cry’ by Guns’n Roses, age 12. This was my theme song for Ryan Rimschnider
    in 7th grade. They used to play it at all the dances and it always made me cry. This was
    the guy who, along with Lisa Gonser, was so cruel to me in English class that I started
    composing suicide notes, thinking to get Revenge. Hey – I was twelve – colour me
    dramatic. Then along came the video for ‘Jeremy’ by Pearl Jam. I thought “Hey, cool
    idea” then realised I didn’t want to be a copycat.

    2. ‘One’ by U2, age 13. This one is for Simon Darby, who I had on-and-off crushes on
    during sixth-eighth grade. He’d had a crush on me in fifth grade, when I fiirst started at
    ASIJ, and used to taunt me, pointing to NZ on maps going “homesick?”. I have to forgive
    him though, cos he was into MC Hammer at the time – and even had 3 pairs of the pants
    to prove it. In fifth grade I was lusting after Scott Pertel, who had long tanned legs and
    three pairs of reebok pumps. He was going out with Heather Delany – my mortal enemy.
    She was the most popular girl in the grade, and even at age eleven had…..shock horror….
    BREASTS. I was in her homeroom in seventh grade, and she was actually really nice.
    Simon was also in my homeroom that year, but I think I was too busy wanting Ryan -
    who, coincidently, went out with Heather for a week that year. Annnnnnnyways, back to
    Simon. He became my main squeeze in eighth grade, and was given the code name ‘BS’
    by me and Beth, since his catch phrase was “BIG SMILE”. Beth asked him out once,
    which devestated me, but he turned her down. She and he were the reasons I started on
    the school BBS system – geek girl at age 13. Anyways, U2 were his favourite band and
    ‘One’ is probably their last good song since they’ve gone to shit now. I heard it the day
    after I’d had a dream in which Simon hugged me and promised to stay friends forever, so
    it’s just appropriate.

    3. ‘Landslide’ covered by the Smashing Pumpkins, age 14. Like the second day of high
    school, I was in the library looking for a monologue to audition for the fall play with. This
    guy pointed me in the right direction, and I remember telling Beth on the phone that night,
    since she’d transferred to a military base school by then, that I’d met a guy who was kind
    of cute. I ended up with a tiny part in the play, while he scooped the major role, which
    meant I got to know him a lot better. His name was Nuno Periera, and though he was
    kind of short, I was fully smitten. I was also currently in love with Landslide at the time,
    and I got inspired by the lyrics “I’m not afraid of changing” and “time makes you bolder”.
    Finally, I got up the guts to get my friend Amy Macintire to tell him. Tragic, Tragic. He
    said nothing to me, so I thought that was that. Then, on the last night of the play, this guy
    called Luke Buckley goes to me “you know, Nuno really likes you, he’s just afraid to say
    anything.” That totally crushed me. I know it wasn’t true so I had no idea why Luke
    would be that horrible to me. I cried so much before the play that night, such the drama
    queen even back then.

    Then I moved back to New Zealand. Fifth form passed fairly uneventfully, guywise. I
    had a tiny crush on a seventh former named Sam Pearson in my Japanese class, but
    nothing major – until New Years Eve 95-96.

    4. ‘By Starlight’ by the Smashing Pumpkins, age 15-16. This song is SO the story of me
    and Ben Morell- a guy I fell in Love (yes, Love with a capital L, almost the whole deal)
    with, although I was only with him for an hour, tops. He was my first good kiss, and my
    first get with. I believed him when he said he’d call, and “By Starlight” was my music of
    choice waiting up warm summer nights for the phone to ring. I was completly obsessed
    with him for nearly the whole year. I stood right next to him at the Pumpkins concert, and
    that’s how I realised I was in love with him – I couldn’t move or even talk, I was so
    overwhelmed. I could feel him in my every pore. But of course, I didn’t talk to him then,
    and since he went to St Pats, I never saw him. I just learnt all I could about him from
    Dylan – which led me into trouble. Other Ben songs are ‘Breaking the Girl’ by RHCP cos
    that’s when we started dancing, and ‘I Could Have Lied’ (ironic much?) also by the
    RHCP, which was when he kissed me, smooth boy that he was. So I guess that ‘Suck My
    Kiss’ should be included too, in the three song seduction. Fuck, he was SO the man, I
    was completly swept off my feet and didn’t realise what he was up to until it was
    happening. He only had two flaws as far as I’m concerned; a) he shouldn’t have lied – I
    could have accepted it as just a NYE thing if he’d just been honest, and b) he was too
    fixiated on my ass. He told Dylan things went ‘fast’. Oh reaaaaaaally?

    5. ‘Set the Ray to Jerry’ by the Smashing Pumpkins. This song perfectly captures all the
    frustrations I felt having fallen for Dylan – the boyfriend of one of my best friends. Of
    course, I never told him, or her. ‘Set the Ray’ was my favourite song at the time (and it
    probably still is), which is why it became HIS song. Other Dylan songs would be the
    Counting Crows’ whole album August and Everything After, which I grew to love
    because he did. His theme was ‘Rain King’, so we’d always play that at partys, and I;d
    even dance to it, not afraid in front of him. He was and is so intuitive, and is still one of
    my most favourite people in the world to talk to, because I can tell him anything. He’s
    doing a journalism course too, so we have lots in common – I remember one conversation
    I had with him about our editorial bond, in the morning after a party when we were both
    cleaning in guilt – him for spilling Sarah’s secrets, and me for sleeping next to him, sharing
    his pillow and feeling so close. Why did he have to be Sarah’s? They’re STILL going out
    so that’s over four years now. I’ve lost touch with her – think it’d be okay for me to ring
    him? He always used to taunt me by singing Hootie and the Blowfish, because he knew I
    hated them. Singing ‘Hold my Hand’ and going “come on, Jo,” extending his hands out
    was more of a taunt that he could guess.

    Mmmm. So now comes the bit I’m hidi-ashamed of. Yes, that’s right…….. Internet
    crushes. Sigh.

    6. Any song by STP. Nick loves these guys and so the two are entwined in my mind. He
    was like the first guy I started talking to on the net…. I can even give you the date -
    Febuary 15th, 1997. Not, that’s not obsession – it was the saturday after my mother’s
    birthday, which was when I started on IRC. Anyways, he was such a charmer, saying
    stuff like “I’d climb mountains for you”. It was all cheese, but I took it too seriously,
    viewing him as the flipside to Ben. One day I got really pissed off with him being a wank,
    so I was like “You just don’t get it, do you? I’ve completely fallen for you”. He was
    shocked and things were just a weeeeeee bit strained between us for a while. But now (I
    think) we’ve moved past it, and are even better friends. Despite being like my earliest
    virtual friend, he’s the only person on the internet that I talk to and like and haven’t met.
    And I don’t want to meet him either. I don’t think he could match my expectations.

    7. “Black Star” by Radiohead. I remember how I was raving on about this song to Mike,
    going “it’s such a beautiful love song” when he goes “it’s about breaking up”. In different
    ways, we were both right, just that we viewed things from totally different angles – which
    is a good analogy for the way we related to each other. I started chatting to Mike when
    the whole Nick thing was at its most cringeful, and we became pretty good friends – I
    think. It’s sort of hard to tell with him. Because he was so good to talk to, I saw him as
    another Dylan, and developed a slight crush on him. I was grooming and preparing him to
    deal with all my secrets when he was told about the crush (thanks Amy) and blew things
    waaaaaay out of proportion. Several emails got forwarded to me about the situation so I
    wrote him one, which, to put it mildly, was rather not nice. To paraphrase his reaction to
    it; “every second sentence was an attack on me – when you get a letter like that you have
    to stop caring”. (My memory for detail always did scare him). I felt bad and wrote to
    apologise to him but things were never really the same after – it was too fragile and I
    thuink I just get too much of a kick out of headfucking with him. He can do it even better
    than me though, but I’m not sure he does it intentionally. Out of the blue one night when
    drunk, him and his friend came over to my house, and he was actually really nice in real
    life. Such clean white teeth. He also came to my birthday party, but I think that was just
    to mock. Then there was more trouble after that, involving a lass called Kim, so he gave
    up IRC. I think that’s the third time I’ve helped inspire him to do that – maybe that’s just
    vanity. If you’re reading this, Mike, cos I know that’s possible, let me know your side of
    the story. The other song that lingers from the Mike Era is ‘Protection’ by Massive
    Attack – I was the girl seeking shelter in a sympathetic ear.

    8. ‘Cherry’ by the Smashing Pumpkins. It’s strange because for Matt, the only guy that
    I’ve ever seriously Loved (Ben wasn’t all there), there really isn’t much of a definate song.
    No wait, there are. He started to like me when we talked about the Pumpkins, so ‘Cherry’
    suits the mood. Amy was teasing him before it really began about having a crush on me
    and he was like “well, she likes the pumpkins….” – good reason, pal! One day we both
    started singing it at the same time, an eeire coincidence we often had – he was convinced it
    was a psychic bond. ‘Cherry’ strikes me as a sort of a cry for help, which is what Matt
    seemed to do. I so so wanted to help him. He was always so down, so depressed and
    lonely. I know I helped him build up his self esteem to the point where I almost wish I
    hadn’t since it’s gone too far now. The line in the song “cos I can tell you once were
    pretty” was like how he liked me, and saw more to me than others. Of course, he
    shouldn’t have made that judgement over the net. Another song for Matt that’s more
    situational is ‘Exit Music’ by Radiohead. This was playing the morning after my goodbye
    party when I’d been up all night arguing with him, knowing full well that I was in love
    with him and needed to tell him, even if he didn’t want to hear it cos he didn’t feel the
    same way. This song caught my desperation and made me bawl. I cried all the way to the
    end of the album while he slept in the adjoining room. Then I went to write him a letter
    that spelled the beginning of the end. The first bit of the letter was the line “maybe she’s
    just pieces of me you’ve never seen” from the Tori Amos song ‘Tear in Your Hand’. I
    can just so relate to that heartbreaking song, wondering with Tori why the hell it couldn’t
    just work out.

    That was back in January, and I’m finally not in love or obsessed with Matt anymore. My
    Current Infatuation hasn’t got a song yet. He’s got shit taste in music, and nothing really
    strikes me as situational. Having a song is normally the way I tell if I’m serious about
    someone, but oh well. I know that I feel seriously about CI Boi, but damned if I’m going
    to re-live the Matt Hell again.

    Fuck, this was waaaaaaay longer than it was meant to be, but that’s cool. I enjoyed
    writing it, and i’m super proud of YOU for reading it all.

    xoxox

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