4 Feb
Okay.
I've not posted to my journal in a while.
I've been busy with university.... and...
gasp A Life!
Cueball ain't happy about that part either.
He doesn't like that I'd taken over the other side of the attic/
loft for myself, or that I've refused to participate in any of
his little "team excursions" or any of that nonsense.
And he absolutely hates the fact that he can't read me or track
me with that Cerebra unit of his...
...nevermind the fact that I've been seeing a bloke he positively
can't stand, keeping company with people he thinks are "out to
corrupt poor, innocent Anaadne" and all that beleagured whatnot...
I'm 31 years old, fer cryin' out loud, ye bloody git!
So, Betts and Emma live down in Manhattan, Kit and I have been
spending more time down there than we do up here... The real
world folks are far more interesting than these bloody wanna-be-
cultists masquerading as civil-rights activitsts!
Anyway... us geek-grrls have been moving our stuff out a bit at
a time, and today, while everybody was doing the "let's go out
and do V-day stuff" dingus, we put the last of the stuff in Ye
Olde U-Haul and headed down the freeway to Manhattan.
I can't beleive all the things that've happened in the last six
weeks...
I can benchpress more than an 18-wheeler can pull...
I am damned near invulnerable...
And maybe best of all... I can fly!!
And my hair's turning white... Kit's helping me colour it every
few days to auburn, but it keeps "bleaching"!
Betts and Emma are trying to encourage me to let it go...and
I'm thinking about it!
The "other" thing that's changed is that I'm actually seeing
somebody...
If you're thinking Shinobi, then you'd have the right of it!
We've been doing the "friends" thing since he got back from Tokyo
about a month ago... well, going out, seeing things, doing stuff,
all the things that Emma and Tony, Betts and Joseph--hell, even
Kit and Doug have been joining us lately!
After we get this to Emma's building staff, I've got a limo
picking me up for an afternoon at the day spa: Shin's treat.
He's meeting me there... and we're going to be pampered and
generally spoiled rotten before going to dinner at the Starlight
Room and the opening of a new Chinese exhibit at the Gardner
Museum!
It's funny, sometimes...
All the "doors" that are opening for me, now. How much things
have changed in six short weeks...
I get goosebumps thinking about it.. and thinking about a pair
of stunning London-blue-topaz eyes and a smile that makes me
feel all warm inside!
Me.
And one of the "Most Eligible Bachelors" in the world, with a
Fortune 200 congomerate.
And friends like the "UK's Most Beautiful Woman" or the richest
woman in the industrialised world, who owns a Fortune 100 tech
and aero-space firm.
And that's not the half of it.
To me, they're Shin, Betts and Em. They're people. Like me.
I keep waking up, wondering what happened.. feeling a little
like Cinderella meets Sleeping Beauty meets the Matrix.
But it's real.
Funny how time flies when you're thinking and listening to the
Sisters of Mercy on Kitty's boombox...
I'm pulling the U-Haul up to the loading dock of the Frost
Interstellar tower, where there's a team of housekeeping staff
waiting to reassemble my life in a penthouse some 75 stories
above the Manhattan skyline, above the drizzle and roar of
traffic...
I look up at the building and the first thing that goes through
my mind is that I'm moving into an "ivory tower" of white concrete,
steel and mirror glass.
It's a little frightening, at times, but I'm a brave geekgrrl!
Kitty hugs me, promising to ensure that my computers are not
harmed, and a middle aged fellow in livery of Frost Interstellar's
security escorts me through the front of the building as I sling
a back pack over my shoulder and step out under the awning to
see a sleek, small black limo pull up.
The doorman, attired in pristine white with silver braid on his
uniform, greets me by name and opens the door on the limo--
holding a brolly over me while I get in, no less.
And inspite of my old Levis, scuffed Docs and battered leather
jacket and backpack, treats me like I'm the bloody Queen of
England!
----------------------------
Shinobi smiled at me, with this look that makes my heart skip
a beat... I can't get used to somebody thinking that I am
beautiful, and wanting to be around me for a myriad of reasons..
but he does..and unlike other women,he likes the fact that we
can--and do--talk... about anything and everything under the
sun.
"I trust all went well breaking out of Alcatrazz?" he asked
me with a mischevious twinkle in those azure eyes, slipping
an arm around me as we rode to Mark Pardo's Fifth Avenue day
spa.
"Oy, luv! Ye'd be surprised... like bloody cake!" I told him,
thinking about how much my life failed to suck at this moment,
"Kit be safely at Frost Tower, and I be here with ye!"
He and I snuggled a little closer together, just enjoying the
comfort of each other's company for a little of the way... And
then I felt something placed in my hands: a little paper gift
bag with red and white tissue paper peeking out the top and a
piece of origami in the form of a white cat tucked into the
front of it.
IF I wasn't mistaken, there was a discrete logo for Van Cleef &
Arpels on the lower corner...and my hands must have been shaking
badly for Shin to have to steady the gift...I knew they were a
little numb and tingly as I held my breath, removing the card..
a beautiful origami concoction with an original haiku inscribed
on it.
"Frost hair. Amber eyes.
Her spirit burns so brightly.
More so than high sun."
And hidden inside the bag was a box...with a breathtaking set
of amber and platnium earrings and a matching necklace in classic
Deco fasion... the same colour as my eyes, and obviously antique.
I'm not one of those gals you find speechless very often, but
everytime I tried to open my mouth to say something, no sound
came out....All I could do was try not to drop them, and stare
at Shinobi, who finally came to my rescue and set his present
aside...
I barely remember him pulling me into his lap and just holding
me while I cried... I can't even remember why I started crying.
I never cry... I know, you're thinking "never say never"...
He just held me the rest of the way across town, making me feel
safe with him, finally giving in and kissing away the tears and
that was enough to make this lady forget why was crying--hell,
the way that bloke kisses is enough to make me forget to breathe!
We finally wound up at that day spa...it was this little oasis
of green paradice in the middle of all the grey of NYC's concrete,
steel and mist.
It even smelled green, y'know?
The sound of trickling water was everywhere, thanks to these
beautiful marble fountains, and the interior was in a Classical
style, I know I must've looked quite the bugouis bumpkin stAnang
at everything the way I was... but I always have been one to openly
appreciate beauty when I see it.
I can't really help it, what with my enhansed senses and the
Sight-gift. I percieve minutae that most would never think to
wonder about, and I'll give the staff credit for not being fazed
by a tough looking 'punk' chick with hair that won't hold the
auburn dye showing up with a guy who's as well known as Donald
Trump or the Duke of York.
I was shown to a dressing room, where I was presented with a
plushy robe and all the comforts of an elegant boudoir to freshen
up in and prepare for the afternoon's indulgences...
The next few hours comprised of more 'beauty treatments' and
pampering than I could oridnarly name, from a facial and manicure/
pedicure to massage and an herbal wrap... They even managed to get
the dye out of my hair, leaving it truly snow white, and trimmed
to just about waist length, with none of the annoying perm left
on the ends, a nice French manicure and every inch of me feeling
tingly and invigorated.
Shin joined me in the hot tub to relax for a spell... I was weAnang
nothing but what the Goddess had seen fit to refit me with, and I
could feel the colour rise in my face as he looked at me in the water.
Something about not being used to having a "nice" 36D and having your
sweetie really appreciating the view..and being psychic..to make a
lady turn pink, even when the "hot" tub doesn't feel anything more
than nice and warm!
Not that I minded what I saw between his ears, either...or what those
hands of his started doing... Remember what I said about Shin being
able to kiss well enough to make me forget to breathe?
'Nuff said!
Okay.
I've not posted to my journal in a while.
I've been busy with university.... and...
gasp A Life!
Cueball ain't happy about that part either.
He doesn't like that I'd taken over the other side of the attic/
loft for myself, or that I've refused to participate in any of
his little "team excursions" or any of that nonsense.
And he absolutely hates the fact that he can't read me or track
me with that Cerebra unit of his...
...nevermind the fact that I've been seeing a bloke he positively
can't stand, keeping company with people he thinks are "out to
corrupt poor, innocent Anaadne" and all that beleagured whatnot...
I'm 31 years old, fer cryin' out loud, ye bloody git!
So, Betts and Emma live down in Manhattan, Kit and I have been
spending more time down there than we do up here... The real
world folks are far more interesting than these bloody wanna-be-
cultists masquerading as civil-rights activitsts!
Anyway... us geek-grrls have been moving our stuff out a bit at
a time, and today, while everybody was doing the "let's go out
and do V-day stuff" dingus, we put the last of the stuff in Ye
Olde U-Haul and headed down the freeway to Manhattan.
I can't beleive all the things that've happened in the last six
weeks...
I can benchpress more than an 18-wheeler can pull...
I am damned near invulnerable...
And maybe best of all... I can fly!!
And my hair's turning white... Kit's helping me colour it every
few days to auburn, but it keeps "bleaching"!
Betts and Emma are trying to encourage me to let it go...and
I'm thinking about it!
The "other" thing that's changed is that I'm actually seeing
somebody...
If you're thinking Shinobi, then you'd have the right of it!
We've been doing the "friends" thing since he got back from Tokyo
about a month ago... well, going out, seeing things, doing stuff,
all the things that Emma and Tony, Betts and Joseph--hell, even
Kit and Doug have been joining us lately!
After we get this to Emma's building staff, I've got a limo
picking me up for an afternoon at the day spa: Shin's treat.
He's meeting me there... and we're going to be pampered and
generally spoiled rotten before going to dinner at the Starlight
Room and the opening of a new Chinese exhibit at the Gardner
Museum!
It's funny, sometimes...
All the "doors" that are opening for me, now. How much things
have changed in six short weeks...
I get goosebumps thinking about it.. and thinking about a pair
of stunning London-blue-topaz eyes and a smile that makes me
feel all warm inside!
Me.
And one of the "Most Eligible Bachelors" in the world, with a
Fortune 200 congomerate.
And friends like the "UK's Most Beautiful Woman" or the richest
woman in the industrialised world, who owns a Fortune 100 tech
and aero-space firm.
And that's not the half of it.
To me, they're Shin, Betts and Em. They're people. Like me.
I keep waking up, wondering what happened.. feeling a little
like Cinderella meets Sleeping Beauty meets the Matrix.
But it's real.
Funny how time flies when you're thinking and listening to the
Sisters of Mercy on Kitty's boombox...
I'm pulling the U-Haul up to the loading dock of the Frost
Interstellar tower, where there's a team of housekeeping staff
waiting to reassemble my life in a penthouse some 75 stories
above the Manhattan skyline, above the drizzle and roar of
traffic...
I look up at the building and the first thing that goes through
my mind is that I'm moving into an "ivory tower" of white concrete,
steel and mirror glass.
It's a little frightening, at times, but I'm a brave geekgrrl!
Kitty hugs me, promising to ensure that my computers are not
harmed, and a middle aged fellow in livery of Frost Interstellar's
security escorts me through the front of the building as I sling
a back pack over my shoulder and step out under the awning to
see a sleek, small black limo pull up.
The doorman, attired in pristine white with silver braid on his
uniform, greets me by name and opens the door on the limo--
holding a brolly over me while I get in, no less.
And inspite of my old Levis, scuffed Docs and battered leather
jacket and backpack, treats me like I'm the bloody Queen of
England!
----------------------------
Shinobi smiled at me, with this look that makes my heart skip
a beat... I can't get used to somebody thinking that I am
beautiful, and wanting to be around me for a myriad of reasons..
but he does..and unlike other women,he likes the fact that we
can--and do--talk... about anything and everything under the
sun.
"I trust all went well breaking out of Alcatrazz?" he asked
me with a mischevious twinkle in those azure eyes, slipping
an arm around me as we rode to Mark Pardo's Fifth Avenue day
spa.
"Oy, luv! Ye'd be surprised... like bloody cake!" I told him,
thinking about how much my life failed to suck at this moment,
"Kit be safely at Frost Tower, and I be here with ye!"
He and I snuggled a little closer together, just enjoying the
comfort of each other's company for a little of the way... And
then I felt something placed in my hands: a little paper gift
bag with red and white tissue paper peeking out the top and a
piece of origami in the form of a white cat tucked into the
front of it.
IF I wasn't mistaken, there was a discrete logo for Van Cleef &
Arpels on the lower corner...and my hands must have been shaking
badly for Shin to have to steady the gift...I knew they were a
little numb and tingly as I held my breath, removing the card..
a beautiful origami concoction with an original haiku inscribed
on it.
"Frost hair. Amber eyes.
Her spirit burns so brightly.
More so than high sun."
And hidden inside the bag was a box...with a breathtaking set
of amber and platnium earrings and a matching necklace in classic
Deco fasion... the same colour as my eyes, and obviously antique.
I'm not one of those gals you find speechless very often, but
everytime I tried to open my mouth to say something, no sound
came out....All I could do was try not to drop them, and stare
at Shinobi, who finally came to my rescue and set his present
aside...
I barely remember him pulling me into his lap and just holding
me while I cried... I can't even remember why I started crying.
I never cry... I know, you're thinking "never say never"...
He just held me the rest of the way across town, making me feel
safe with him, finally giving in and kissing away the tears and
that was enough to make this lady forget why was crying--hell,
the way that bloke kisses is enough to make me forget to breathe!
We finally wound up at that day spa...it was this little oasis
of green paradice in the middle of all the grey of NYC's concrete,
steel and mist.
It even smelled green, y'know?
The sound of trickling water was everywhere, thanks to these
beautiful marble fountains, and the interior was in a Classical
style, I know I must've looked quite the bugouis bumpkin stAnang
at everything the way I was... but I always have been one to openly
appreciate beauty when I see it.
I can't really help it, what with my enhansed senses and the
Sight-gift. I percieve minutae that most would never think to
wonder about, and I'll give the staff credit for not being fazed
by a tough looking 'punk' chick with hair that won't hold the
auburn dye showing up with a guy who's as well known as Donald
Trump or the Duke of York.
I was shown to a dressing room, where I was presented with a
plushy robe and all the comforts of an elegant boudoir to freshen
up in and prepare for the afternoon's indulgences...
The next few hours comprised of more 'beauty treatments' and
pampering than I could oridnarly name, from a facial and manicure/
pedicure to massage and an herbal wrap... They even managed to get
the dye out of my hair, leaving it truly snow white, and trimmed
to just about waist length, with none of the annoying perm left
on the ends, a nice French manicure and every inch of me feeling
tingly and invigorated.
Shin joined me in the hot tub to relax for a spell... I was weAnang
nothing but what the Goddess had seen fit to refit me with, and I
could feel the colour rise in my face as he looked at me in the water.
Something about not being used to having a "nice" 36D and having your
sweetie really appreciating the view..and being psychic..to make a
lady turn pink, even when the "hot" tub doesn't feel anything more
than nice and warm!
Not that I minded what I saw between his ears, either...or what those
hands of his started doing... Remember what I said about Shin being
able to kiss well enough to make me forget to breathe?
'Nuff said!