Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Self Google



I'm a self-encyclopaedia. The Google of the self. I'm so in touch with the inner me, I have the full range of Hazel elements on speed dial. Given this teeming mass of self-knowledge, why do I descend into babbling brook of ridiculousness when I'm heavily attracted to someone. Why, when presented with someone I really like, do I switch into idiot mode.

When in lust, every thought that pops into my head, leaves my mouth in a lengthy ramble. Granted, the rambles are mixed with moments of comedy because you know, I'm highly amusing and sometimes it's intentional. But there are numerous times when I forget the basic principles of sentence construction. Or how to form actual coherent words. These things are maddening yet seemingly unavoidable.

Therefore, if you happen to be on the receiving end of a hefty number of my random tangents, mixed with a very frequent blush face then you're very fortunate because it means you're ticking every single one of my dating boxes. Moreover, my self-knowledge hasn't actually left the building, it's just on hiatus.


Yours,

The RGF xxx




PS. Yes, this blog is describing a current situation. ;-)

Monday, 28 November 2016

Almost

I'm almost tangled up in something. I'm unsure if it's remnants of what was or hints of what will be. 

It's fragment. Whispers. Like a silent echo. 

In this moment, not looking back or ahead - I feel little waves of excitement. 

Monday, 7 November 2016

Man filter


Calling all the:


Apply this to all your interactions with men:


And arrive at:



*A Mann filter has something to do with vehicles (ask a mechanic). It will not filter men. However if someone can point me in the direction of a man magnet complete with configurable man filter, I'd be pleased. Tia, xx

Friday, 4 November 2016

Endless

There have been updates to the endless playlist thus......

http://1974haze.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/ultimate-playlist.html?m=1

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Your transient

~ Give me lines on glass The dawn tides And walking past Bring me feathery flashes The midnight moments And backward glances ...

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