Personal Space

Recently, I've noticed that my sister has morphed into a feely person.  And by feely, I don't mean copping-a-feel type feely, but hugs and just in general, violating my right to personal space. 

I'm not that into hugs, or air kisses (oh god, these confuse me SO much. Which side will your head tilt to? I see your face looming towards mine, oh god, oh god, do I turn left? Are you turning your head yet? Shit, ok, 50% chance you'll go left, right? OK, I'll tilt right. And bang, awkward head clash because you both tilt your heads to your right, and you narrowly avoided their lips. AW-KWARD). 

When K talks to me, she leans in really close, and I feel her breath on my face sometimes and it just really bugs me. UNNECESSARILY CLOSE. Invading personal space like that is only warranted when there is an intruder in the house, and we are both hiding under the dining room table, trying to figure out what household object we can use as a makeshift weapon (which, I've decided, will be the tennis racquet, which happily resides next to my bed, and the rolling pin - for obvious reasons... gonna roll 'dem).

It doesn't mean I hate people. I really like people. 

I'd just rather appreciate them from afar. 

Yes... afar. 

BUT digressing... lately I've fallen into the Game of Thrones abyss. 

A week ago, if you asked me about GoT, I would have said something like  ehh dragons, dark magic, swordfights... whatever

Now, it's more like OOH DRAGONS, DARK MAGIC.. SWORDFIGHTS!!

I'm totally up to date. Waiting for the next ep. 

The awful thing about this series, is not being able to watch it with my family. I was watching it in the living room on the big screen, but my parents walked through the door during a sex scene. GoT sex scenes are not your usual hollywood sex scenes. They're a lot more graphic. Even when I'm watching by myself, I feel a bit uncomfortable. Imagine what it was like having my parents walk into the room.

FUAAAR.

Luckily they had no idea what was going on, and it didn't register at all. Definitely learnt my lesson. Bloody HBO.

When K asked me to watch it with her, the word "NO" could not tumble out of my mouth any faster.

Posted today just to assure you, Vanessa, that I'm not dead. I'm alive - not so much kicking. Incredibly sore from a long ass training sesh yesterday. Getting old. 

This is it for now, friends, for I have to return to my Capital Gains Tax reading. It is SO interesting - I've fallen asleep numerous times while attempting to read it all in one sitting. I've done about 5 pages out of the total 80 pages. /wrists.

Hope you are all in good spirits and refreshed from this wonderful weekend 8)

As my favourite ABC Rollercoaster presenter used to say, BYE FOR NOW (not forever)!