In the Company of One and Many

Dear Visitor(s),

I was awarded the advanced screening of Kung-Fu Panda by the competition in the local papers and rounded up a group of friends to go see the moving picture with me in a place called Greater Union and enjoying the company of a gentleman friend by the name of Rick who is linked to a friend of mine from yore, Matthew New, twin of Michael. We enjoyed each others' company in the Sizzler restaurant outside of Greater Union two hours and a half before the movie itself started by the salad and drink bar, whereas I on the other hand, had the patience and the stomach to wait for my meal of steak and mashed potatoes with calamari, topped with pepper steak sauce whilst talking to Rick who appeared earlier in the drink bar looking rather lost, since he says he hadn't been in a Sizzler restaurant since the age of childhood. Rick himself is a jovial fellow, mannerly in his ways and lively bordering on cheeky, as evidenced by the talk of rather lewd and rowdy gentleman's subjects involving flesh, nakedness, two people in a room and leather amongst the subjects of talking about his pet scorpion, his love, his job (working in an apothecary) and of course his depraved childhood of not going to a Sizzlers restaurant more than once. The lady at the counter remembered us as loud and even louder in ways of dress; it could be my way of dressing looking like a cross between a Droog and a Gangster wearing copious amounts of black with pinstripes with "bondage" written on my clothes in ways of metal bits and faux-leather straps resembling restraints and a fedora which I took off in the restaurant. Being a leisurely eater as I am, I ate the slowest, while everyone else on the table ate and conversed with great gusto looking forward to dessert, trying to assist me with the completion of my meal. After all, what are friends for? We exited the eatery with as much enthusiasm as when we came in, eliciting many stares and gazes thanks to me and my supposedly bizarre tastes in clothing, with one woman behind us (who was with the rest of her family, plus child) remarking on my boots and her not wanting to trip on them if she ever wanted to move forward, since the line was as long as a convention's entrance line. The movie itself was enjoyable, minus the part of the "introduction" done by the organizers of the competition for the said passes. We spent the rest of the night charging down the highway in wild abandon just to get home.

Much love,
Dandy Girl

Guilty Pleasures

Dear Visitor(s),

It is with great delight that I gather myself up from the books and the dust and set forth into The City on a sunny June day despite the strangeness of winter and picked up the following:

1. The Pirate Demonia boots I held on lay-by; The other pair of boots made by the same folks in my possession is old and they are a hassle to put on. Let's see... Three pairs of socks to just avoid rather bad blisters alone, several frustrating minutes trying to painfully zip up the sides for both boots and finally the slow, tedious lacings of them which takes most of the early hours of morning to do.
   
2. A ring that finally fits my small and dainty finger.
3. Lipstick in the wintry shade of dark blue.
4. A new pair of frilly, lacy stockings in black; my regular ones are getting out of shape and are developing holes, egads!
   
5. An eye-pencil in black to do the designs under my eye ala Alex DeLarge or Death of The Endless.

Both of the ladies from the separate stores I visited are quite keen on receiving the photographs for the outing I prepared for during the weekend, I suspect that they will both use the pictures as a mode of advertising their respective wares. On another note, I saw a friend of mine of the Park Bunch, Telly and his brigade roaming the city not once, but twice! I addressed him in passing with just a smile and a nod, for I wasn't in my usual outerwear this day to make the shopping a little easy on myself, even if I felt honestly embarrassed even in passing glimpse.

Yours,
Dandy Girl

On the Subject of: Moving Forward (Or, Finding Occupations)

Dear Visitor(s),

On the subject of Letting Go when it comes to "Certain Relationships" I get reminded by like-moded folk such as myself to forget, move on and find a hobby, even though such activities or plans of them seem too harrowing to bear for people like myself. After all, it is imperative that activities are created or found to be done in this age where relationships from friendships to family never last more than a year and no one seems to care for either party, whether attached or alone. So, what to do? My Visitors? Simple.

1. Any flowers given, will be burned, ripped and buried (the plastics used for encasement however, shall be binned approprately).
2. Any gifts should be given to charity regardless or sold on EBay.
3. Messages should be deleted from the Mobile Telegram Receiving/Sending Device and/or The Anbar Powered Multi-Purpose Calculator Engine.
   
4. Messages that are written should receive treatment from Step 1.
5. Photos received should receive similar treatments as per Step 1 or Step 3 depending on the recorded medium.
6. Numbers of Him in the Mobile Telegram Receiving/Sending Device should be deleted promptly.
   
7. Connect with fellow lady-friends and gentleman-friends, for they will provide advice, comfort and simple entertainments (including going out for the all-important tea, the moving pictures, Joyriding In A Packed Motorized Auto Carriage In The Countryside, doing out-of-the-blue activities ala A Clockwork Orange minus the glorified ultraviolence, etcetera).
8. Reconnect with old, abandoned hobbies (in my case, it would be learning the piano, the creation of moving pictures and walking the over sized load of a rat called a chihuahua).
9. Forget about what has happened, for He isn't worth remembering and will eventually become one of those bits of wasted space memory-wise.
10. Remember that your parents have met each other during their early to late twenties or much later, furthering the old saying of, "There is plenty more fish in the sea." and that you will find someone a lot more worthier.

I hope that this, along with other pieces of similar information found in girl's magazines will help some, for writing this was quite cathartic.

Many happy café gatherings,
Dandy Girl