Two and Two make five

So this whole freelancing thing ( i lost my real job,they said they would get me a visa,i tell them i am leaving in march,so they dont) is getting on my nerves now. i realise how annoying it must be to people when i screen calls! yeah,enlightment usually hits me,when i am served the same treatment. anyway,so people dont pick up,return calls,they make you call wait and while you are tapping your toes they get back and say they will be right with you.
this i have come to notice is basically never.

after that rant i feel better. so il drone on a little more, so the new article is on emergency contraceptive pills, somehow its slightly pointless considering how this country refuses to sell any! exercising options is one big crime around in these parts. but since its a womens magazine lets hope someone reads it. the 2nd article for the other non-read magazine is on bonded labourers getting not even one day off in a week.
now my common sense tells me not to bother as these asseholes have this whole ostrich mentality going on, i have just sort-of discussed this with the editor man,as always i doubt if he paid any attention.
you know what i have come to notice? if i go in there with my hair all shiny and straight? and suit up, he looks at me more and even smiles and nods. but when i turn up my natural curly haired self in loose pants,undone eyebrows and other pathetic details, he put me through two long phone calls where he barked lots of bengali-i think at wife? yeah. what could this mean?
call me paranoid if you will.

lastly but wonderfully i saw love song for bobby long. finally. and i love travolta. yes i do. i was never a fan not even pulp fiction annnnd you have a convert.scarlett.j is ok.
i was most envious when the teacher assistant guy whose name i forget kept getting all names right, when travolta kept quoting lines from all sortsa books. i got a couple of ben franklin's but that was it.

other than all this il blog a little about the boi, the husband!
its wonderful this whole "Taken" feeling,but even so its still ever so hard to say "this is my husband"! i feel so odd, i feel the words roll off my tongue and i almost want to catch myself before they are out in the open,naked and shivering and,you get what i am saying right..
anyway, so this husband of mine has some wonderfully annoying habits,one of which involves the perennial leaving open bathroom doors and light on.
and with that i have come to realise what it means to be told "yeah sure i can do that" and then bam. wide,open staring doors!
there is more
he has to reach every single place early. now beleive me when i say,i take very less time getting ready,max 10minutes if you want a ball park,and i do like getting there ahead.
but,i dont want to be ahead,ahead and park my ass there for a few hours. and no i do not want to use this ass parked time to catch up on my reading or music! thats what i was doing before you dumped me here.

now what i would like on the other hand is this: for eg, we are at a bar, and its crowded, we are done. i am most uncomfortable,sitting around making small conversation especially when there are people eyeing my table.
if we are done, lets just get out! now this, he doesnt feel any discomfort doing,on the other hand, he has a problem making guides and other random men wait for us,while we are getting ready.

there could be some more i am missing. but later. i am off to see iris and read the rest of my wally lamb.so this is my update for now. if anyone is even reading ie.
such joy writing all that down!