Pye-Jammmas

(I realise my photo has nothing to do with this post. But its a pretty photo I took years ago)

Are Pjs meant to make one look attractive?

I think not

Mine are horrendous. I have light cotton ones for summer that are like Capri's, I have warm fuzzy ones for cold winter nights, I have Light woolie ones for in between And I have short ones for when I feel like it.

I think most of them make my Arse look horrendous. Horrible. Fat. Bad.

BUT I have some girlfriends who look amazing in their Pjs. Like their Butts look great, their legs look amazing. Why is this?

If I want to impress my man, I wont wear my Pjs. Well we normally sleep naked. I will every so often wear his boxers for comfort and he thinks its nice. Pjs = No way.

Now he has seen me in Pjs. When its really cold, or when its period time, or if I'm just being a lazy bum.

Pj bottoms are like $20. Who decided this? How ridiculous.

How Random.

Iggy goes away today for a jungle adventure. Ive had my tears already. Hope he is safe and smart. I miss him even more when he is away from civilisation. No cell phones. Rarely checks his email. It all Sucks Balls.

My eyes are open,

Aune

A First

I'm excited

Why?

Well I just got the first reply to a comment I made on another blog.

It actually happened about a week ago but I hadn't expected him to respond so I never checked back.

It was at Pacing The Panic Room. I don't know how to link but if I knew I sure would.

Also discovered the whole Blog roll thing. Wow.

The other night I was thinking that I should just delete this. Couldn't really get that into it.

Then it was anther night, followed by another where I had random thoughts and just wanted to write them down.

To me that's the reason why I started this.

So I think I might keep up with the blog.

At least for now.

Is it weird that I feel a bit disappointed that I don't have followers or comments?

I feel silly as I have only just started and haven't really posted anything interesting at the moment.

I'm looking into adult swimming lessons. How embarrassing. But I need to know to swim for 2 reasons.

1- I joined the Military, that starts in a couple months and I need to be a good swimmer for training.

2- I want to surf. Just for fun. But I badly want to learn. To surf one needs to know to swim.

I can swim. Just not well. Not very well at all. I like to have control. The ocean is one place where I can have no control. I don't like that feeling.

Oh well

My eyes are open,

Aune

Ice Ice Baby...

Too cold to type anymore
Shall write about myself when I remember I have this next.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe not tomorrow.

My eyes are open,
Aune

My Love

My Love. My One. My Heart. My Soul. My Everything.

My Iggy.

I would walk this long road. Yes the one in the picture. I would walk it with no shoes. No clothes. No sunblock.

I would get blisters and burns on my body for my Iggy.

My heart aches when I think of him. I can feel it in my chest. Contracting tighter and tighter.

My Iggy is not here with me. He is not dead. He is just in a different country. A country that I lived in for 3 years. Now I live there part time.

We spend alot of time apart physically when one of us are away. This time it will be about 7 months.

It hurts. We both hate it. We talk on the phone multiple times a week. I constantly email him. Iggy doesn't use the Internet much though. But he loves to read all my emails.

things have to happen though. He is finally doing his dream. I have finally found something to do which will support me financially and cater to my adventurous need.

We will see each other a few times each year when I get holidays to go fly to him. He will fly here to see me whenever he can.

Its a short term physical separation. We are still together. This shall only last for around 4 years. Then we will both be set up and get to live together full time together again and do all the romantic shit that has been put on hold.

Iggy and I are going to begin 5 years together this August. We wont get to celebrate it in the same country but we will celebrate together about a month or 2 later.

Iggy is amazing. He saved my life. Without him I would be literally dead. When I met him I felt something. I don't believe in love at first sight, because love takes time. But there was something. I wanted to know him.

I trust my man. I doubt him some times.

We have had good and Bad. We have a dog too.

He broke my heart once. Almost exactly a year ago. He hurt me more than I thought he could ever hurt me. More than was bearable. I wanted to die. It hurt. I drank alot. Got alcohol poisoning. Cried for weeks. Didn't shower for days. Didn't leave the house for a while. I'm sure I will write about it next week or something.

We are good now. We know each other. All we needed was each other and for the other people to fuck off out of our business.

I could write about my man forever. Alot of my thoughts involve him.

So yes. This post introduces my Iggy. Next I guess is me.

My eyes are open,

Aune

Hello Blogging my old friend...

I'm ready. I hope.

I have my just-lit cigarette. A disgusting habit I know.

I have layers on. Its cold.

I have 3 songs on a list to play. Juanes - Camisa Negra, Little Birdy - Beautiful to me & Shwayze - Buzzin. I am diverse.

This is my first post. One post that people will read. If I quit after this, this one will always remain. Somewhere.

This feeling will never happen again. The feeling of being open to no one. I expect no one to read my blog. I am not sharing this with any friends or family. Just you.

You looking at these words. I want you to feel like everything I type is typed for you. For you to learn. To make you laugh. Or make you think. To make you feel special. You will learn things about me that others know. Things that happen in my head that are sometimes too hard to put into verbal words. You can cringe at my occasional bad grammar. You can wonder if a person like me should be out in the free world. You can force your beliefs on me, if you comment I will read them.


I have a feeling that I will write a few posts at once. Tonight I shall prob write about a zillion. Or I might just write this one.

I don't know. I want to surprise myself.

Now this first one is done. I am now going to do a little about the important characters in my little life. All of them with appointed nicknames.


This is all me. This is all Aune. Pure Auness.


Its not about my friends and family. They factor in but I must protect their identity. Also if I say some bad things about them I dont want them to instantly know that its them if they some how find this.

My 3 songs are up. Now I will cue some more. Light another Ciggi. Read the text message that my phone is going off about. Write the next instalment.


My eyes are open,


Aune