how to...think about the unthinkable.
2 marriage proposals within 1 month
1 avowal that i was someones dream fiancée when i was 15
1 offer yesterday, from my oldest best friend, to send me a huge host of potential aspirants with gold and myrrh on white horses to save me [from what?!], after reading a former entry here.
...excuse me, world, but are you seriously out of joint?!
my life is a battlefield, yes, but there is no need to send an army of devotees to fight my 2 warriors called bravado and desperado, thanks. my mind might be alienated, but not absent.
- just because a) i've the right type of humour to one person and b) my dancing is inspiring to another person?! flattering reasons, but not good enough for me, no [yeah, lost in quotation, once again; rest of the poignant lyrics hidden in a link somewhere further down...]
[some person stated once: if she is ever gonna settle down, than with a man who "accepts" that the one & only bestest friend always owns the priority place next to her in bed]
...after all, 4 conversations that made me think. what would it need to make me want it? or, much better question, whom would it need to make me want it? someone with my type of humour and a passion for dancing could never be reason enough. here some advices, what/whom to provide [and i'd still turn down]:
first of all, it could only be a person not afraid of being ambiguous. should know how to apply eyeliner. and go public with it. [his influence is still sustainable, yes...]
should like wearing well-tailored man's shirt of course, like me, and: no, its not patti smith, but a person with an equally captivating aura.
probably i would not have needed a single deep breath to consider a marriage with this person when i was 14. oh, how i was in love with his hip swing & looks...
then of course: only nerds can run in this competition. otherwise i'd the only one in this bonding.
hell, intelligence definitely is sexy! independence is appreciated, bohemian lifestyle even more.
being in command of language is necessary. eclectic knowledge about music a must.
...the candidate should be a fetishist of side parting, no question, middle parting makes me yawn. and radical leftist discourse shouldn't be smth to look up in a dictionary, but everyday life.
that's already common sense here, but still i mention it again: inspiring odor essential. can be the smell of beloved ranunculus, of fresh coffee [i'd totally marry my espresso machine] or the smell of a forest of pines after a summer rain.
must enjoy spending nights on dancefloors. [oh, i would marry you, beautiful, glowing, electric su]
probably i should give him a chance. worked for an organic grocery, likes running, has his, hm, high & low times, and, thankfully, borrowed his picturesque back head to the dangerous mind here.
...attitude! here i am and i don't give a damn. should have a true dictionary of dirty cusses.
speaking of: idiosyncrasy should be the family name then, of course. and this the wedding gown.
--> the only real liaisons i could think of, is with music. i guess i'm already married to this song...
definitely i need something tangible too. nothing too plaintive. something to slap, to knead, to warm up with. yeast dough is probably not only one of the first choices, but one of the most desirable objects in terms of a marriage. i mean it. top end of sensuality.
being or avoiding to be a piece of the celebrity cake could make someone interesting for me too. and, unless the nobel jury decides differently and bestows a second contemporary austrian feminist author with a prize, i have to marry my all time role model to have a bite of the cake.
like the precursor, the unheard applicant should raise the voice for issues i think are important. having a voice that makes knees shiver is inquired anyway. her erotic one brings me to:
arts. photography, architecture, literature, varietee, whatever genre, but cultured, godammit!
and the previous imperative [actually one of the most beautiful photographic series i could think of] brings me to fashion of course. there is so no way to the altar without having an own distinctive style. and. i. would. not. only. marry. to. possess. her. couture. but. probably. even. kill. not her of course [although maybe her silicone, that's personal taste], the adored subject of desire of almost everyone i know, including myself.
...actually i think that's the most viable solution. she being in vienna at the moment, and as she already agreed once to the proposal of someone named M wearing lipstick, a miriam might have a chance too. i could share wardrobe and make up with her, get an american citizenship as her spouse, a mansion in L.A., finally interesting friends, so why don't i take the rings and run off...?!
......still here.
sure, i forgot about all the other wonderful girls [christina r, rachel g, charlotte g, tilda s, anjelica h, - hm, i go so obviously for dark haired ones i just realized] and beautiful boys who could [not manage to] twist my arm, turn my mind. but most probably not even a "bastard" of the above-mentioned davidfeistbrettmartinsimonecharlottedirkflowerselectricindigopeterpeachesvincent-
knifedoughelfriedescarlettditascarlettdita could get me married, and so i will, thankfully, for always be the prior one & only bestest friend in the marital bed, wherever that is, and whoever the husband.
1 avowal that i was someones dream fiancée when i was 15
1 offer yesterday, from my oldest best friend, to send me a huge host of potential aspirants with gold and myrrh on white horses to save me [from what?!], after reading a former entry here.
...excuse me, world, but are you seriously out of joint?!
my life is a battlefield, yes, but there is no need to send an army of devotees to fight my 2 warriors called bravado and desperado, thanks. my mind might be alienated, but not absent.
- just because a) i've the right type of humour to one person and b) my dancing is inspiring to another person?! flattering reasons, but not good enough for me, no [yeah, lost in quotation, once again; rest of the poignant lyrics hidden in a link somewhere further down...]
[some person stated once: if she is ever gonna settle down, than with a man who "accepts" that the one & only bestest friend always owns the priority place next to her in bed]
...after all, 4 conversations that made me think. what would it need to make me want it? or, much better question, whom would it need to make me want it? someone with my type of humour and a passion for dancing could never be reason enough. here some advices, what/whom to provide [and i'd still turn down]:
first of all, it could only be a person not afraid of being ambiguous. should know how to apply eyeliner. and go public with it. [his influence is still sustainable, yes...]
should like wearing well-tailored man's shirt of course, like me, and: no, its not patti smith, but a person with an equally captivating aura.
probably i would not have needed a single deep breath to consider a marriage with this person when i was 14. oh, how i was in love with his hip swing & looks...
then of course: only nerds can run in this competition. otherwise i'd the only one in this bonding.
hell, intelligence definitely is sexy! independence is appreciated, bohemian lifestyle even more.
being in command of language is necessary. eclectic knowledge about music a must.
...the candidate should be a fetishist of side parting, no question, middle parting makes me yawn. and radical leftist discourse shouldn't be smth to look up in a dictionary, but everyday life.
that's already common sense here, but still i mention it again: inspiring odor essential. can be the smell of beloved ranunculus, of fresh coffee [i'd totally marry my espresso machine] or the smell of a forest of pines after a summer rain.
must enjoy spending nights on dancefloors. [oh, i would marry you, beautiful, glowing, electric su]
probably i should give him a chance. worked for an organic grocery, likes running, has his, hm, high & low times, and, thankfully, borrowed his picturesque back head to the dangerous mind here.
...attitude! here i am and i don't give a damn. should have a true dictionary of dirty cusses.
speaking of: idiosyncrasy should be the family name then, of course. and this the wedding gown.
--> the only real liaisons i could think of, is with music. i guess i'm already married to this song...
definitely i need something tangible too. nothing too plaintive. something to slap, to knead, to warm up with. yeast dough is probably not only one of the first choices, but one of the most desirable objects in terms of a marriage. i mean it. top end of sensuality.
being or avoiding to be a piece of the celebrity cake could make someone interesting for me too. and, unless the nobel jury decides differently and bestows a second contemporary austrian feminist author with a prize, i have to marry my all time role model to have a bite of the cake.
like the precursor, the unheard applicant should raise the voice for issues i think are important. having a voice that makes knees shiver is inquired anyway. her erotic one brings me to:
arts. photography, architecture, literature, varietee, whatever genre, but cultured, godammit!
and the previous imperative [actually one of the most beautiful photographic series i could think of] brings me to fashion of course. there is so no way to the altar without having an own distinctive style. and. i. would. not. only. marry. to. possess. her. couture. but. probably. even. kill. not her of course [although maybe her silicone, that's personal taste], the adored subject of desire of almost everyone i know, including myself.
...actually i think that's the most viable solution. she being in vienna at the moment, and as she already agreed once to the proposal of someone named M wearing lipstick, a miriam might have a chance too. i could share wardrobe and make up with her, get an american citizenship as her spouse, a mansion in L.A., finally interesting friends, so why don't i take the rings and run off...?!
......still here.
sure, i forgot about all the other wonderful girls [christina r, rachel g, charlotte g, tilda s, anjelica h, - hm, i go so obviously for dark haired ones i just realized] and beautiful boys who could [not manage to] twist my arm, turn my mind. but most probably not even a "bastard" of the above-mentioned davidfeistbrettmartinsimonecharlottedirkflowerselectricindigopeterpeachesvincent-
knifedoughelfriedescarlettditascarlettdita could get me married, and so i will, thankfully, for always be the prior one & only bestest friend in the marital bed, wherever that is, and whoever the husband.
mironja - 1. Feb, 11:01
