Donna on MSN

Donna: "You know, Angelina Jolie in Tombraider kinda reminds me of you. The pouty lips, the rude mouth, the fit figure."

Creep "Rude mouth? Dear Heavens, Donna, art thou saying that my mouth dost spout obscenities and such? A fie on Me, then! A fie!"

Donna "I was not referring to your morals. I mean the lips."

Creep: "Correction - one pouty underlip. Just that one."

Donna: "Guess god missed a spot there."

Creep: "A fie on him too."

(tired pause)

Ether: "....Okay. But you know, but she kinda does."


Except I don't.
The conversation made me wonder about how much we have changed though, my Donna and I, during the past four years we've been apart. She's a banker by day and is studying to take a couple more degrees by night. She has a steady relationship with some bloke she likes to refer to as "Darren", and juggles all this with yoga classes a few times a week. I mostly just spend my time trying to figure out why lint never collects in my bellybutton and compensating for this by filling it with things I find during the day. Collecting lint, well, that's kind of like like banking, in a metaphorical kind of way. And then there's the occasional dumpster diving, which is, well. if you were acquainted with the techniques behind Hungarian Yoga, you would probably be astounded by the parallells.

On a completely different note - if you want a perfect example of Catch 22, try finding lost glasses. Body count so far- two bruised kneecaps, four broken cd's, three stubbed toes, and one very unhappy Creep.