How do you...

...give up a relationship that's lasted three years?

There are reasons why we're still hanging on.

Because of the fear of wasted time.

Because of the fear of starting over.

Because of the fear of being alone.

I'm afraid.

It's hard, it's going to be hard, but the break up has to occur eventually.

I can't keep up this charade any longer. I'm sorry.

It's going to happen today. Courage, help me.

And help him.


xx,
BakerGirl

I have a bad habit...

... of falling for guys that I can't get. Call it the thrill of the hunt or whatever.

The obliviousness of NeighbourGuy is starting to drive me nuts.

Or maybe he knows how to play the game well.

Possibly, just possibly he's one of the nice guys out there that won't help themselves to another man's woman when given the chance.

Ah well, the chase is on. I'm not ready to settle down just yet.



xx,
BakerGirl

Aid your Presi!

Current ongoing SMS conversation with MinorRoyal:

MinorRoyal:I'm at Imperial. I am bored. Help me. Help me.
BakerGirl: You're in London. While I'm stuck at home. Hiding away from the evil winds that treathen to blow me away. Go party. Mingle. Something.
MinorRoyal: Don't know how to mingle. I'm scared. Save me. Brave the winds. Aid your Presi (which is apparently how he abbreviates president. Sheesh)
BakerGirl: Go away. Count hats or something.
MinorRoyal: There is one hat here. I'm done. I demand that you amuse me!
BakerGirl: Count ties. You'll have to walk around and mingle while you do that. Sort them by colour or something.

MinorRoyal: The first guy I went up got up a bit funny when I tried to feel up his tie. Didn't like me stroking it.
BakerGirl: I said COUNT. Not CARESS.
MinorRoyal: Oh. My mistake.
BakerGirl: ... Go away.

I am not a source of entertainment.

xx,
BakerGirl

It still blows.

The wind, that is.

Found this left on my messenger this morning.

MinorRoyal: Darling, if you're walking around campus this morning and happen to see any notebook pages with my writing flying about, pick them up and keep them for me.

Apparently a whole stack of papers blew away from him.

Fat chance that I'll come across any. The only place I'll be going to till the wind dies down is back to bed. So unless the pages decide to fly in through my window, they're left to journey the big bad world out there.

Crazy strong wind.

Maybe if I turn my heater up to high, lie down, and close my eyes, I can imagine I'm at a beach somewhere far away with the breeze blowing and waves crashing. It certainly sounds like it.

Either that, or a typhoon is headed this way.

xx,

BakerGirl