Tuesday, April 28, 2009

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