Now nothing ever EVER goes my way.

As you all know, I took the day off yesterday to go see Placebo. Husby and I got there around 4pm, and there were quite a number of people in line already. Around 4:45, this guy comes out and goes, "their equipment got held up at customs in Bulgaria; you guys are waiting for nothing." He had this stupid grin on his face, so nobody believed him. Husby checked their website and the ticket website and there were no announcements.

Then, around 5, they said it had become official and that the show was postponed to TONIGHT. On the bus ride over to Taksim Square, I thought and thought of all the possible scenarios, but there is NO WAY I can make it on time tonight, so I returned my ticket. That's the end of waiting forever and getting excited. FUCK KARMA.

I did meet up with Charlotte sinedelecta and her girlfriend, Grace. They've promised they'll take photos at the show for me tonight. And they'll be here till like the 26th of next month, so I shall see them again.

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My friend Merih was in Turkey for a few days. Başak and I met up with her Monday night. You know you have something good going on with somebody when you don't see one another for more than a year, but the conversation picks up as if you were together just yesterday, and then you get all bittersweet when it's time to say goodbye again.

Some photos:


LtoR: Me, Merih, Başak.

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I have to get back to work, but you know where mind's at.

If you observe closely, you'll notice certain things about the people who are obsessed with watching what everyone else at the table is eating. I've always been very annoyed by this, but thanks to the lady I get to eat with every Wednesday, I've had fun. So...

• They'll be so busy counting your bites that they'll usually miss their own mouth and jump up from the table with a very poor excuse like "Oh, I'm so clumsy these days; I could swear there was a napkin right here."
• They'll push food in front of you (especially bread) and see if you'll have any because if you don't, they usually won't either. "You hate tomatoes? Oh, well. I've never really liked them either."
• This is my favorite: they will make up excuses to be eating what they're eating as if you care. "Let me just put some bread in my soup so it cools down. I know it's lots of carbs and all, but it's too hot."

See what I mean?

I don't know what I've let it get to me all these years. Probably 'cos my father does the same thing along with dumbass comments about my weight. From now on though I'm gonna fuck with these people to the point where their little brains explode.