Thursday, April 25, 2013
A pretty wall art that said "Just don't look down".
A girl looking terribly sad, and carrying a megaphone.
Someone drawing graffiti on a wall.
They may not sound like much, but they set my writer's mind off like crazy. I sense a story being created around the sad megaphone girl.
Now, on a slightly related note, I have a confession. I joined a gay running club (that's not the confession) even though I'm not gay because I really wanted a group to run with but I'm too much of a wuss to join one where I don't know anyone, and I knew a couple of the guys in this one from teaching gay salsa.
My confession is: I have a ginormous school-girl crush on the group leader.
I know nothing will ever happen. I'm happy with my lovely bf, and completely the wrong gender for this guy. But he's so lovely, I can relax around him and talk properly rather than clamming up like I do around most men. And the absolute clincher - he's ginger. I cannot resist a ginger man, it's just so very attractive to me.
So every time I'm around him I get all stupid and giggly and have to tell myself to stop it because it is REALLY never going to happen.
Oh well, if it keeps me going back to running club it can't be all bad!