Annie Rhiannon

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Sunrise

I can't sleep. I'm sitting in the kitchen watching the sun come up behind Esja. God, I love Reykjavík. I never had much time for red skies before I moved here.

It's 6 in the morning, and Bjarni is having his leaving party this evening. He's asleep in the bedroom, snoring softly, one hand cupping his balls in case someone tries to take off with them in the night. He smells like whiskey and shampoo. I think I might be in love with him.

18 comments:

  1. cook him the meal I have posted

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  2. In this relationship I cook the breakfasts. Sometimes I even wash my hands first.

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  3. Hello! Just thought I'd say 'hello' to a fellow Welsh blogger, as I'm from Cardiff and ask: what brings you to Iceland? I've only just discovered your blog on a Brit bloggers directory.

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  4. How nice to hear that someone is happily in love. That brins a smile to my Saturday...ahhh.

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  5. Ooooer... is *that* your Bjarni?

    Go on with your bad self, girl!

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  6. Very poetic, Princess Rhiannon. It is tragedy in two short paragraphs.

    Love to you at this time of temporary loss.

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  7. Have I missed something? Bjarni is now leaving?

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  8. I'm heading to Dublin to work for Google, doing something geeky.

    I expect I'll be using a significant chunk of my salary to support poor, deprived airlines...

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  9. Sunrise in Iceland? I'm overcome with jealousy. Sorry to hear that Bjarni is heading to Dublin but at least you're not that far away, just a short plane ride.

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  10. Yes, he's leaving ... moving to Ireland without me, *sob*. Plus he'll be in San Francisco for the first 3 months doing his training.

    It's okay, I'll get over it.

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  11. Wow! My romatic sentimentality is obviously rubbing off on you. Be careful, it is a stormy route.

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  12. I'm too scared to comment today, incase I get directed to your FAQ.

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  13. This is not directly related to your post (which was quite romantic in at least two senses of the word, by the way), but your mother posted a comment on my blog recently. She was suggesting that I read your father's blog because it's all about food, and I love food (although I really rarely blog about it).

    I think having a stranger's mother comment on my blog just made me at least twice as important as I was before. Please thank her for me!

    (And now I enjoy reading your dad's blog too, although I'm not quite sure what to say to him in the comments section.)

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  14. bjarn, tell her thats not why we cup our balls.

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  15. you're too cute for words and could sell ice to iceland..

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  16. Nicole: My mother is shamelessly promoting my father's blog now? I wouldn't mind if he actually posted a proper recipe. It's all "just dropped some cheese on my foot" and fluffy handcuffs.

    Grumpy: Then why?

    Chendaberry: Thank you.

    Curly: REFER TO MY FAQs, BOYO.

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  17. For the same reason you do, they are very cup-able.

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  18. You crack me up as always Annie and your readers' comments are a hoot too...

    I'm prompted to comment by seeing some of Iceland on TV, which I recognised from your photos! That's some spektakular country you're livin in!

    Cheers from the Land of Oz

    Oh yeah - Nice FAQ! ;)

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