Archive for December, 2008

friends with benefits at the kangaroo coffee club

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

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Mujik, Andie (that’s me!), and Menchie at Kangaroo Coffee Club last December 15

This post has been pending for quite some time now, so here it is! December 15 was a good time for a date, despite the fact that everything has been so friggin’ hectic. This is pretty much a photo post, for the benefit of those who still have no idea just what friends could do on a lazy evening.

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Shocked much, dear?

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i need to get a life

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

According to the article on Hermits in Wikipedia

An hermit (from the Greek ἔρημος erēmos, signifying “desert”, “uninhabited”, hence “desert-dweller”; adjective: “eremitic”) is a person who lives to some greater or lesser degree in seclusion and/or isolation from society.

Often – both in religious and secular literature – the term “hermit” is used loosely for anyone living a solitary life-style – including the misanthrope…

In modern parlance the term “hermit” tends to be applied to anyone living a life apart from the rest of society, regardless of their motivation.

Crying when reading about something is not a task for mentally sound people. That is unless whatever literature you’re reading hits a chord of some sort. This should be pretty common for depressing novels, or heart-warming non-fiction literature. In my case, my very peculiar case, I cried while reading that friggin’ article on Wikipedia. Oh, she must be out of her head, you’ll say. Tell me something I don’t know. Funnier, even, is the fact that the article actually hit an evasive chord. Crap.

I need to get a life. Seriously. If I don’t, I might end up becoming some living garden decoration in some wealthy European’s estate*. Good grief.

This will be the immediate future of Andie if she doesn’t clean up her act soon.

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This is a tarot card of sorts, but since it has this big THE HERMIT label, I guess it would do…

I have told Andie that she has got to stop referring to herself in the third person. But seeing as she’s become so much of an hermit, without any second or third persons around, she just doesn’t get it. Blame her, not me.

FOOTNOTES:
* According to the same Wikipedia article…

During the Romantic period of the 19th century some wealthy estate owners would pay imitation “hermits” to inhabit their properties, as living garden decorations.