Life, check. Good. Now, if only I could figure out...

[ultraviolet9a]

So. Life list.

Fixed my car? (it cost 200 Euro but it's as good as new). Check. 

Work went ok? Check.

Social life ok? Check.

Friends ok? Not check.
 
I finally managed to get hold of a friend who's been disappearing the last weeks only to find her over the phone crying. *sigh* I asked her if she wanted me to come over, I'd be glad to, talked for a little while trying to make her see that life has ups and downs. Thing is I know what ails her (she thinks I don't), and it's not something tragic, it's just something that she pumps up to dramatic proportions and doesn't do anything about. And I really love her and all, and I really want to help her out, and I know I can, but she shuts me out. And I'm like a vampire, I don't come in if you don't invite me. (I also hate garlic, am partly allergic to silver and have sensitive eyes to sunlight but that's beside the point and here is me cracking jokes cuz I'm not happy about the whole deal.) So thing is, I can't do anything more. I'm just glad she's got a really amazing family so I'm hoping she'll just see some bloody sense, dammit. *facepalm*

Other than that, got some evil plot bunnies which I can't wait to write. One about Missouri *whispers* and the other about John *mumbles indistinctly*. (Let's see how that works. I suspect they might morph into something completely different from what they started off as. Hm.)

Hope you all had a shiny weekend. And a beautiful week ahead.

Comments

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

I like lists. I'm sure it was not in your intention, but I smiled a little at friends ok, not check. Hope everything works out well in the end with your friend, and damn, but car repair costs so much everywhere!

Hmm, plot bunnies.

[ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com]

I'm a list fan too (though generally a method-in-my-chaos mentality). There's something very satisfying in crossing things out of the list and completing it.

So. Yei to your smile! :)

And I don't know. My friend's off the radar again. *shakes head* Makes me want to throttle her next time I see her. You think that will put some sense back to her?

(Ouch, car repairs, not even going there. And it's not like I got a John/Sam/Dean Winchester lookalike working in the garage dammit.)

Plot bunnies. Hmmm. Hate them. Make me feel as if I bit more than I could chew. *bangs head on keyboard*