Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Disqus, Envy and a Little Procrastination...

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Sitting here just a little envious this morning. The amazing Mrs Woog of Woogsworld fame (or is that infamy?) is off to lunch with Google! Yes, you read it right  - GOOGLE! You really know you've reached the pinacle of all blogicleness when Google want to wine and dine your arse! So I told her I wanted to be her! Yes, a little stalkerish. Okay, a lot stalkerish, but hey, wouldn't it be worse if I sat and let my jealousy fester unvoiced behind a false smiling facade? And that leads me to my next point. Disqus. No false smiling facade on MY comments in Disqus. No facade at all - I am faceless. Must admit the envy was creeping insidiously in about this one too. I would sit, muttering madly under my breath "She got a photo. Why does she get one and not me. Who does she think she is? How did she get on the inner? What have I ever done to Disqus to make it treat me with such obvious disdain? Why aren't I in the cool group? *Sob*" every time I commented and had to enter e-mail, enter username, enter first born son's right testicle...



But then I noticed something. A little thing that soothed my jaded spirit. I was not alone. The uber-cool Allison from Life in a Pink Fibro was sitting a couple of comments away SANS photo! So maybe I am in the cool group. and the other is the uncool group! Well, that's my premise and I'm sticking to it.

And now we come to the procrastination bit... As you may have read in my other post, I won Challenge 67 on Blog This. Which meant I had to come up with a topic for Challenge 69 (I know, I know, okay?). After no help from you lot I came up with a topic:

What would you do if you won the big one. Not one million, or even two million, but a division one prize of 52 million dollars? Would you go public, remain anonymous, use it for good of others, or on family only? If all your financial issues were swept away, what would you do with the rest?

Yeah, not brilliant but all I had at that moment (being put on the spot kinda thing ya know). Now I am avoiding as only someone as consummate a procrastinator such as moi can. You'd a thunk if I was the one coming up with the challenge that I'd have some ideas about it, huh?




Lucky I'm a fly by the seat of my pants sorta gal. Because that's what I'll be doing. For this challenge entry and for Muse Wars I would say. Cest la vie.


Oh, and drop over and check out Challege 68 - Valentine's Past. Vote for your favourite - and I'll let you know I was lucky, for this one I had already written an apt post way back last year.

Okay, no more stuffing around. I'll get stuck into it, I promise. Right after I just go and...


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Envy is my Middle Name...

I have had a few requests for me to post this piece since I linked Judith's Room back in this post. I didn't realise at the time that you need to be a member to read the blogs. And so here is my entry for the blogging theme ENVY.

Envy is my Middle Name...

I want him. I want him so much my palms sweat at the mention of his name. I tingle in anticipation when I know he is meeting HER because I will see him once more. He is coming again tonight as if he cannot get enough of her. But she is dirty, tainted. The things she allows him to do are not pure and loving like that he would share with me. Oh, if only he could see me I know he would never cast a second glance her way, but she will never allow that. Life is so unfair. I am sure she is taunting me, flashing me limited glimpses of their unbridled lust. I have never known a man's touch, SHE would not permit it. I think I have been saving myself for him, he is special. I am sure he is THE ONE.
 
Was that the door? Is he here already? The night has passed so quickly as I dreamt of him, of us. Oh, he is here, I must see him, I must! This time she will not have him for he is mine! What is she doing? Why is she holding that knife? I must have spoken aloud, she has heard me, she knows I want him. No, you must not, not again - YOU always spoil it for me, ALWAYS! The blood, so much blood and his beautiful eyes finally meet mine, but her image is the last he has seen. Why does it always end so? Am I destined to never be free? Why me, why not HER? Why can she not have a turn trapped inside this shell, shoved aside, locked deep within unable to break free? Why does she always get the chance to be with them when all I can do is grab shattered glimpses of life and love. One day I will escape, and she will be trapped within this one body we share.


I want him. I really want him. This time I am positive he is THE ONE. He is coming tonight, desperate to taste her tainted lips...