Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Wednesday, 14th November, 2007
Untitled (Random)
Rule #1 of washing up: It's only just after you've emptied the sink, that you'll notice a hoard of glasses that you missed.
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I worry (as you well know) too much about things. It's part of my everyday idiom, I guess, to fret about tiny little pieces of minutiae — especially when it comes to traveling around on public transport. Logistics circle around my head, and myriad problems and complications suggest themselves as I try to plan a route from A to B, avoiding C, D, E, F and G.
I mean, as a perfect example, remember how much I fretted about how to get the bus to and from work? I downloaded every single route-map from the bus company's website that I could, trying to fathom the best place to catch/get-off the bus. And even after almost two months of living here, I still haven't perfected it.
(Sometimes it goes past my street, sometimes it doesn't. And there doesn't seem to be a pattern that I can work out, anyway)
Imagine then, just how unnecessarily fretting I am about how to organise the logistics of meeting up with Amiee in town today, considering that she hasn't got the bus into Leeds before — apart from that one time on Friday when we were on our way to Edinburgh.
I know, I shouldn't stress. I just want to be a good host, is all.
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I'm not (this is something else you're probably aware of already) very good at answering emails. Especially when I'm not in my usual Mail.app space. As much as I like Gmail, it's an environment I'm not really used to, so you'll have to bear with me if you send me something and I don't hit the reply button immediately.
A couple of people have been asking me how it's going — where "it" == "OMG she's come to visit!"...
...truth is, I'm completely in love. The more time we spend together, the more I'm certain that this is the most significant thing that has ever happened to me. I really really wish I had the words to explain how I feel, because so far I just totally haven't been able to.
When I hold her, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. It feels like this is what I should be doing forever.
I love her smile. I love her passion for the things that she believes in. I love how we can just totally geek-out together, and not feel like total dorks.
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See? I don't have enough words.
