I was speaking to some people the other day. Ok well I wasn't speaking to them, I was just listening to their conversation, sort of. So this girl was going on about how her boyfriend should be pampering her and attending to her every whim because as her boyfriend, it was his duty to do that and he wasn't doing it.
Now I was a little taken aback by this. I mean sure it is good to show the person you're with that you value them and giving them crap and what not is cool and everything but when I asked her when last she did something for him, she had no answer. Now I think that's wwrong. You can't expect to be treated like a queen if you're treating your boyfriend like your subject. Here is a guy who has just been slated as a terrible boyfriend for one small isolated incident and I can say right now that 90% of girls would agree with the silly notion being put across by this girl but I'm sorry, it's rubbish. I would understand if this guy never did anything for this girl but we've all heard the stories of how great it is when he does this and gives her that and doesn't forget another thing, we all know it's there. Why can't she show him the same love and respect he's shown her? I don't know who majority of girls think they are these days. Whether they think the world owes them things on a silver platter or if the rules don't apply to them but it's not so. You gotta give as good as you get and most of them are getting it quite well. They wonder why their boyfriend is making the googly eyes at someone else, why they'd rather be elsewhere as soon as is possible, why they never look back. It's because when they were there, they weren't treated like it was their place to be there.
They say it's the little things that count and these days I'm beginning to see it all over. Relationships involve two people and in such, they should be worked at by two people. Give as good as you get and don't expect to receive what you haven't given out.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
They are the scourge.
I have posted about the swear words before, there is nothing more irritating, more defeating and downright mean than having to face reminders of someone you want to forget.
Once something ends, that is how it should be. In a perfect world, an ending would stay dead and buried and the memories and feelings would be washed away into the dark abyss that nothing ever comes out of. if we could forget all that came before, all that stopped us from looking forwards, we would be better off. No one wants to hear the mention of the person they thought they once loved every time they turned around. no one wants to be suffocated by the harsh, bitter after taste of 'I Love You's they once used. no one wants to have smiling photos of a better time staring holes into their face. No one wants that. making these things is all good and fun, no one stops to think of how they can come back and bite you, and why would you? Who wants to live a sheltered life where they are always bottled up and one step away from walking out the door should anything threaten to burrow under the defences they put up? That is no way to live. That is no way to love.
What people don't understand though is that once everything has been said and done, once all the feelings have been shoved back into your face with their trails of empty promises and broken jars of clay, no one wants to be reminded. Don't say the name that once brought sunshine to this place, it only brings rain now. Don't mention the antics of the one who wants promised heaven but now brings out the fiery depths of hell. Don't ask about they who said before everything happened that they were the one to put down your walls with you so you could put up a new one with them - granted you two did but along the way, somewhere in the building process, they added a hole they could use to slip out.
There is a funny sadness to love, something bitter-sweet. Personally I'm a cat, albeit with a bit of a human tongue..
Once something ends, that is how it should be. In a perfect world, an ending would stay dead and buried and the memories and feelings would be washed away into the dark abyss that nothing ever comes out of. if we could forget all that came before, all that stopped us from looking forwards, we would be better off. No one wants to hear the mention of the person they thought they once loved every time they turned around. no one wants to be suffocated by the harsh, bitter after taste of 'I Love You's they once used. no one wants to have smiling photos of a better time staring holes into their face. No one wants that. making these things is all good and fun, no one stops to think of how they can come back and bite you, and why would you? Who wants to live a sheltered life where they are always bottled up and one step away from walking out the door should anything threaten to burrow under the defences they put up? That is no way to live. That is no way to love.
What people don't understand though is that once everything has been said and done, once all the feelings have been shoved back into your face with their trails of empty promises and broken jars of clay, no one wants to be reminded. Don't say the name that once brought sunshine to this place, it only brings rain now. Don't mention the antics of the one who wants promised heaven but now brings out the fiery depths of hell. Don't ask about they who said before everything happened that they were the one to put down your walls with you so you could put up a new one with them - granted you two did but along the way, somewhere in the building process, they added a hole they could use to slip out.
There is a funny sadness to love, something bitter-sweet. Personally I'm a cat, albeit with a bit of a human tongue..
Old English Essay I never handed in.
"So you’ve been together for a while now which you thought was a great achievement but then she
goes and drops a bomb on you – she’s moving in.
No need to panic right? What could possibly go wrong? Well it’s not like your life will change drastically, I mean really it’s not like you valued your own space. So what if your friends can’t come over whenever they like now and what will it hurt if you can’t watch football all the time. You’ve been together for a bit of time and seeing her in the morning surely cannot be as scary as they say it is. You’re a man, you’ve fought off many a scary zombie on your Xbox and that hobo that lives down on Third Street has to be the most vile thing in the world, waking up to the face of your sweet petunia will be like heaven right?
Ok so there will be a few changes. You will have to do something women like to call, “buying groceries”. No right thinking man knows just what this all means. Apparently it involves buying food which is very easy – as men we love food so obviously this can’t be hard at all – but there is a twist. You can say goodbye to those lovely Woolworths TV dinners, you know what I’m talking about, that Mac and Cheese with bacon one. No more stocking the fridge full of beers because as they say, “Eating Is Cheating”. No more Space Crunchers, no more Saturn juice made from the many rings of Saturn. No. From now on you will have to buy weird things like uncooked pasta, those things they call vegetables, milk that comes in more than a liter, that voodoo witchcraft wizardry of Cherimoya. How can a fruit have the combined taste of apples and custard? This blows even my own mind! She will walk into your kitchen and ask about cutlery and crockery. What does that even mean!? Paper plates and paper cups seemed to be just fine when you lived alone and all the food you ate came in packaging that you could eat from and throw away afterwards so it never made any sense to go out and buy pots and pans and all the other machinery you’ve seen your mother use to torture food items into edible meals.
I know you’re starting to feel a bit nervous but really the best thing to do right now is to relax. As a woman, she will probably only stay in the kitchen right? No. She’s a woman so she will poke her nose into every single corner of your place. Feel a bit nervous. She will go on a mission of discovery. She will go through everything of yours with a fine toothcomb. There will be no mystery left to you. After she sinks her claws into your place, you will become as normal as an orange. That Xbox you used to beat your friends into submission and showcase your mastery, well that’s gonna go. You can forget about having everything in one manly grey and chrome colour scheme. There will be mauve throw cushions which will definitely make you the butt of all the gay jokes down at the pub. There is nothing more frightening than walking into the bathroom and finding the sink looking like the display stand of a cosmetic store. These are things no man should ever be forced to deal with. The sheer volume of these things will shock and astound you. Having a heart attack is completely normal. Another annoying thing about having your girlfriend move in is just how much stuff she’ll be bringing. Her handbag alone contains more things than you have ever accumulated in your whole entire life! She will be moving in with everything, including the proverbial kitchen sink. She will bring things that are weird, things that will attach to things that attach to other things. Some will be slippery, some will be bone dry, some may even change form mid sentence to turn into a crazy Japanese folding flower garden. Women love having a nursery. They all assume that they have that maternal instinct and they use plants to practice. This makes no sense. How can having a plant be anything like having a baby? Plants are awesome! They don’t cry, you’ve never had to wake up in the middle of the night to water it. Children are like a lung with a mouth, all they do is scream.
After a few days of living with you, your beloved will want you to prove your manliness by giving you a few DIY tasks. That cupboard above your sink, the one that you’ve stopped using because the door keeps falling off and hitting you on the head which sucks, she’ll want you to fix it. Obviously as a man you could fix it in a hot minute. You could do a job better than anyone else because you know this door, you know what it needs, you know what it takes and how long it will be which is why you’re too lazy to do it. She won’t understand that. She will do everything to get you to fix it. She will use flattery, girl’s think we’re so shallow. When that fails she will try her hand at bribery. Women are so good at that. No man can say no to a bit of bribery. Think of your favourite thing in the world, that lovely juicy steak fillet that you’re too lazy to make, she’ll use that against you. After you’ve gone and fallen for her tricks and fixed the door, don’t feel bad that you’re weak willed and are a shame to mankind because there is a way to get back at her. If I know women, which I do as an expert on all things on this planet, she will love jewellery. We all know the saying, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend because they can’t be friends with real people”. This is true. Women love them jewels. They love them more than anything else, including you at the best of times.
These are only a few changes that you will go through. Do not for a second think that these are the only ones. I’ve gone and highlighted a few non serious ones that hopefully won’t leave you heading down to the cemetery to buy a plot for your old life. If all this frightens you then I have one simple solution. Surgery. Getting plastic surgery will be completely worth it and it has many positives, mainly being able to live the life you have so comfortably lead for so long. No guy wants to go through these changes because they are scarier than facing Satan himself. So what if you have to cough up a lot of money to change your looks and while you’re at it, leaving the country? It is all worth the effort."
No need to panic right? What could possibly go wrong? Well it’s not like your life will change drastically, I mean really it’s not like you valued your own space. So what if your friends can’t come over whenever they like now and what will it hurt if you can’t watch football all the time. You’ve been together for a bit of time and seeing her in the morning surely cannot be as scary as they say it is. You’re a man, you’ve fought off many a scary zombie on your Xbox and that hobo that lives down on Third Street has to be the most vile thing in the world, waking up to the face of your sweet petunia will be like heaven right?
Ok so there will be a few changes. You will have to do something women like to call, “buying groceries”. No right thinking man knows just what this all means. Apparently it involves buying food which is very easy – as men we love food so obviously this can’t be hard at all – but there is a twist. You can say goodbye to those lovely Woolworths TV dinners, you know what I’m talking about, that Mac and Cheese with bacon one. No more stocking the fridge full of beers because as they say, “Eating Is Cheating”. No more Space Crunchers, no more Saturn juice made from the many rings of Saturn. No. From now on you will have to buy weird things like uncooked pasta, those things they call vegetables, milk that comes in more than a liter, that voodoo witchcraft wizardry of Cherimoya. How can a fruit have the combined taste of apples and custard? This blows even my own mind! She will walk into your kitchen and ask about cutlery and crockery. What does that even mean!? Paper plates and paper cups seemed to be just fine when you lived alone and all the food you ate came in packaging that you could eat from and throw away afterwards so it never made any sense to go out and buy pots and pans and all the other machinery you’ve seen your mother use to torture food items into edible meals.
I know you’re starting to feel a bit nervous but really the best thing to do right now is to relax. As a woman, she will probably only stay in the kitchen right? No. She’s a woman so she will poke her nose into every single corner of your place. Feel a bit nervous. She will go on a mission of discovery. She will go through everything of yours with a fine toothcomb. There will be no mystery left to you. After she sinks her claws into your place, you will become as normal as an orange. That Xbox you used to beat your friends into submission and showcase your mastery, well that’s gonna go. You can forget about having everything in one manly grey and chrome colour scheme. There will be mauve throw cushions which will definitely make you the butt of all the gay jokes down at the pub. There is nothing more frightening than walking into the bathroom and finding the sink looking like the display stand of a cosmetic store. These are things no man should ever be forced to deal with. The sheer volume of these things will shock and astound you. Having a heart attack is completely normal. Another annoying thing about having your girlfriend move in is just how much stuff she’ll be bringing. Her handbag alone contains more things than you have ever accumulated in your whole entire life! She will be moving in with everything, including the proverbial kitchen sink. She will bring things that are weird, things that will attach to things that attach to other things. Some will be slippery, some will be bone dry, some may even change form mid sentence to turn into a crazy Japanese folding flower garden. Women love having a nursery. They all assume that they have that maternal instinct and they use plants to practice. This makes no sense. How can having a plant be anything like having a baby? Plants are awesome! They don’t cry, you’ve never had to wake up in the middle of the night to water it. Children are like a lung with a mouth, all they do is scream.
After a few days of living with you, your beloved will want you to prove your manliness by giving you a few DIY tasks. That cupboard above your sink, the one that you’ve stopped using because the door keeps falling off and hitting you on the head which sucks, she’ll want you to fix it. Obviously as a man you could fix it in a hot minute. You could do a job better than anyone else because you know this door, you know what it needs, you know what it takes and how long it will be which is why you’re too lazy to do it. She won’t understand that. She will do everything to get you to fix it. She will use flattery, girl’s think we’re so shallow. When that fails she will try her hand at bribery. Women are so good at that. No man can say no to a bit of bribery. Think of your favourite thing in the world, that lovely juicy steak fillet that you’re too lazy to make, she’ll use that against you. After you’ve gone and fallen for her tricks and fixed the door, don’t feel bad that you’re weak willed and are a shame to mankind because there is a way to get back at her. If I know women, which I do as an expert on all things on this planet, she will love jewellery. We all know the saying, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend because they can’t be friends with real people”. This is true. Women love them jewels. They love them more than anything else, including you at the best of times.
These are only a few changes that you will go through. Do not for a second think that these are the only ones. I’ve gone and highlighted a few non serious ones that hopefully won’t leave you heading down to the cemetery to buy a plot for your old life. If all this frightens you then I have one simple solution. Surgery. Getting plastic surgery will be completely worth it and it has many positives, mainly being able to live the life you have so comfortably lead for so long. No guy wants to go through these changes because they are scarier than facing Satan himself. So what if you have to cough up a lot of money to change your looks and while you’re at it, leaving the country? It is all worth the effort."
Thursday, May 31, 2012
A game of 'Are You Good Enough'
We play too many games. We play too many games hat have no point. We play too many games that have no victor.
I think it's a sad and funny state of affairs. So long we wish for the moments where we are finally set in and cosy and are content, but really, we're slowly ruining it. Once we become content, we become complacent and we begin to destroy what we helped build. I was content, for a long time. I was so happily content that it took me well over half a year to realize that I was on a collision course with destruction. It leads to boredom. I've been bored. The worst thing about being bored is that there is nothing you can do about it when you're the only one. I think I sit too much in merry go rounds that are out of synch. I'm never going in the right way and that has always worked for me and it still is, it just makes it a bit harder to get out of the rut when everyone is sticking into the groove.
I'm not bored. I'm frustrated. I need some spice and I'm trying to open up the gaps but the other side comes across a bit half arsed at times. Last night opened up a bit of old thinking that I don't even know why it was closed. I don't want to mess around. I'm not going to mess around. I know what I want and I'm going to get it, I'm done with the games. Xx
I think it's a sad and funny state of affairs. So long we wish for the moments where we are finally set in and cosy and are content, but really, we're slowly ruining it. Once we become content, we become complacent and we begin to destroy what we helped build. I was content, for a long time. I was so happily content that it took me well over half a year to realize that I was on a collision course with destruction. It leads to boredom. I've been bored. The worst thing about being bored is that there is nothing you can do about it when you're the only one. I think I sit too much in merry go rounds that are out of synch. I'm never going in the right way and that has always worked for me and it still is, it just makes it a bit harder to get out of the rut when everyone is sticking into the groove.
I'm not bored. I'm frustrated. I need some spice and I'm trying to open up the gaps but the other side comes across a bit half arsed at times. Last night opened up a bit of old thinking that I don't even know why it was closed. I don't want to mess around. I'm not going to mess around. I know what I want and I'm going to get it, I'm done with the games. Xx
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Woolworths Culture.
We've all been to Woolworths. It's seen as the fancy shopping option and they really drench it on you. When my dad is in charge of going shopping, he gets stuff from Wollworths. It's our Marks and Spencer, no one ever does their main shop there, you just go there for your bits.
I was in there the other day wanting to get lunch and I bought myself a club sandwich. Every single one on the rack had no price on it. They had the yellow tags but no price on them as if you're just meant to know how much it all costs and if you ask then you shouldn't be buying it. So anyway I get to the line to pay at the tills and I look down and mysteriously, my item now has a price printed on it. Now the way Woolworths sets their tills and queues up, you can't just easily turn around and put something back because one, you can't really go back and secondly, you'll feel like a knob putting it back, as if everyone is gonna judge you for being a cheap ass but the funny thing is, they're also thinking the same thing. No one goes to Woolworths with the intention of buying anything. They go there to make a statement, to make sure all the other housewives see them pushing their black trolleys and there is no bigger social death than putting something back on the shelves.
I spent close to R50 on a lunch that would've costed me just over R20 at Checkers or even cheaper at Pick and Pay but if I'm honest, I don't really mind. Well not now anyway after it's all over.
I was in there the other day wanting to get lunch and I bought myself a club sandwich. Every single one on the rack had no price on it. They had the yellow tags but no price on them as if you're just meant to know how much it all costs and if you ask then you shouldn't be buying it. So anyway I get to the line to pay at the tills and I look down and mysteriously, my item now has a price printed on it. Now the way Woolworths sets their tills and queues up, you can't just easily turn around and put something back because one, you can't really go back and secondly, you'll feel like a knob putting it back, as if everyone is gonna judge you for being a cheap ass but the funny thing is, they're also thinking the same thing. No one goes to Woolworths with the intention of buying anything. They go there to make a statement, to make sure all the other housewives see them pushing their black trolleys and there is no bigger social death than putting something back on the shelves.
I spent close to R50 on a lunch that would've costed me just over R20 at Checkers or even cheaper at Pick and Pay but if I'm honest, I don't really mind. Well not now anyway after it's all over.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
That was sucks.
So tonight hey... What a night.
We totalled my Ben Friend's car. Honest to steve that was the worst thing I've ever, ever have had happen and the worst thing I could ever imagine happening to my friends. What an event though. I understand now why they make a big deal about steering into a slide. Wet grass is the devil.
I seriously feel frikin terrible for Ben. The one thing we spoke about never ever wanting to happen and it goes and happens. We spoke of never ever wanting to total the unpredictable stallion and ironically we did. I was not ready to be facing my maker. I once wanted to die in a firey fireball backwards in an expensive supercar in germany but after that, I'm pretty sure I just wanna croak in my sleep at an old age hey.
I'm just glad we're all ok and can start moving on from this. What matters is our reaction from this and the best way I find, is to just move on. Dwelling on the negatives of this will only break us more. We learn now.
We totalled my Ben Friend's car. Honest to steve that was the worst thing I've ever, ever have had happen and the worst thing I could ever imagine happening to my friends. What an event though. I understand now why they make a big deal about steering into a slide. Wet grass is the devil.
I seriously feel frikin terrible for Ben. The one thing we spoke about never ever wanting to happen and it goes and happens. We spoke of never ever wanting to total the unpredictable stallion and ironically we did. I was not ready to be facing my maker. I once wanted to die in a firey fireball backwards in an expensive supercar in germany but after that, I'm pretty sure I just wanna croak in my sleep at an old age hey.
I'm just glad we're all ok and can start moving on from this. What matters is our reaction from this and the best way I find, is to just move on. Dwelling on the negatives of this will only break us more. We learn now.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Pick n Choose
I just watched Chelsea vs Napoli in a Champions League game and it was seriously the best thing to happen since some other good thing happened to me that is of slightly less significance.
People who don't support a team will never understand what it's like to have your team pull off such brilliance. There is the on going debate about whether football should be supported and some say that it's lame and other's are very passionate about it. I'm not passionate about it all, only my team. Supporting a team is the same as having a liking for anything else. You will defend it to the hills and back, you will rejoice in the good and feel terrible in the bad, you will immerse yourself in all that happens and you will gloat like a muh'fuh'er when all goes well. I started supporting Chelsea nearly two years ago and as of late we've had a terrible run of results, and we recently fired our manager who was personally my favourite but now, after tonight's game I can say we're coming back. Winning 4-1 after being down 3-1 on aggregate honestly takes a lot. Many teams couldn't do it, it's just not easy. We came gun's blazing and I have never squirmed around so much during a game. I literally started off from couch, to on my feet, to rolling around on the floor.
I was speaking to a girl about having children and we were speaking about what team should children support. I know parents aren't mean to make that decision for their kids but let's face it, children are flipping stupid. I want my kids to either support my team or another neutral team, never their mothers'. I want there to be a bit of rivalry come game day. I want there to be bets flowing and screams and heartache and people to be made fun of. I want it. Choosing a team for your kids is almost as important as picking out what school they'll go to, it's a huge deal. I can foresee huge arguments in the house as my other half and I try decide what teams our kids should support. I will not have a United supporter in my house and I refuse for them to support Liverpool and grow up to be gang bangers and murderers. I will honestly not love them if they did. They would be dead to me. They would be the cause of their own father's heartache.
You can't go wrong with a London club i.e Chelsea or Tottenham. Forget the rest.
People who don't support a team will never understand what it's like to have your team pull off such brilliance. There is the on going debate about whether football should be supported and some say that it's lame and other's are very passionate about it. I'm not passionate about it all, only my team. Supporting a team is the same as having a liking for anything else. You will defend it to the hills and back, you will rejoice in the good and feel terrible in the bad, you will immerse yourself in all that happens and you will gloat like a muh'fuh'er when all goes well. I started supporting Chelsea nearly two years ago and as of late we've had a terrible run of results, and we recently fired our manager who was personally my favourite but now, after tonight's game I can say we're coming back. Winning 4-1 after being down 3-1 on aggregate honestly takes a lot. Many teams couldn't do it, it's just not easy. We came gun's blazing and I have never squirmed around so much during a game. I literally started off from couch, to on my feet, to rolling around on the floor.
I was speaking to a girl about having children and we were speaking about what team should children support. I know parents aren't mean to make that decision for their kids but let's face it, children are flipping stupid. I want my kids to either support my team or another neutral team, never their mothers'. I want there to be a bit of rivalry come game day. I want there to be bets flowing and screams and heartache and people to be made fun of. I want it. Choosing a team for your kids is almost as important as picking out what school they'll go to, it's a huge deal. I can foresee huge arguments in the house as my other half and I try decide what teams our kids should support. I will not have a United supporter in my house and I refuse for them to support Liverpool and grow up to be gang bangers and murderers. I will honestly not love them if they did. They would be dead to me. They would be the cause of their own father's heartache.
You can't go wrong with a London club i.e Chelsea or Tottenham. Forget the rest.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I plan to be a GJ
I plan to be a GJ. It isn't too different from being a DJ, in fact it really isn't except for the fact that I'll be doing it.
I've decided that for a period of 5 years somewhere in my life, I will be the world's largest Electro/Dub Pioneer DJ. This will really be my take on a musical scene I know nothing about and something that will be probably the most insane thing I've ever done. It will be my Joaquin Phoenix moment where I go out into the world, do something people would never associate me with and then bam, after a while, I quit. People won't know what's cutting. They'll be like, "We always thought you were into band music, what is this?" And I'll say, "Damn straight I'm into band music bitches, this is just another facet of me, my 'Alter Ego' my inside 'Nemesis', my 'Dirty South'.
It will be a very demanding period on me both physically and mentally. The 5 year part will be when I'm at my complete peak, the running up to that may take a little longer. Starting as soon as I finish my background research, I'm gonna start attacking the beats with an icy pick and I will be creating the harshest sounding beats this world's ears has ever heard. There will be a time where people will bleed, there will be a time of mass frenzy and people breaking down into drugged up erotic displays, this will be a shocking time period. I can't say I'm afraid, I can't say it is something I want to do forever, I can't say I will care too much about it all. All I can sat though is that once it all goes down, we're all gonna die.
I've decided that for a period of 5 years somewhere in my life, I will be the world's largest Electro/Dub Pioneer DJ. This will really be my take on a musical scene I know nothing about and something that will be probably the most insane thing I've ever done. It will be my Joaquin Phoenix moment where I go out into the world, do something people would never associate me with and then bam, after a while, I quit. People won't know what's cutting. They'll be like, "We always thought you were into band music, what is this?" And I'll say, "Damn straight I'm into band music bitches, this is just another facet of me, my 'Alter Ego' my inside 'Nemesis', my 'Dirty South'.
It will be a very demanding period on me both physically and mentally. The 5 year part will be when I'm at my complete peak, the running up to that may take a little longer. Starting as soon as I finish my background research, I'm gonna start attacking the beats with an icy pick and I will be creating the harshest sounding beats this world's ears has ever heard. There will be a time where people will bleed, there will be a time of mass frenzy and people breaking down into drugged up erotic displays, this will be a shocking time period. I can't say I'm afraid, I can't say it is something I want to do forever, I can't say I will care too much about it all. All I can sat though is that once it all goes down, we're all gonna die.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day.
Dear Emma Stubbs.
You're another story. Honest to God sometimes I don't get you at all. Sometimes I want to break you in half and set you on fire. I have never met someone I can like, love, adore and then hate all in the space of a few minutes. You know how to ruin my mood. You're the only person who really knows how to piss me off and often times you're the one person I've wanted to run over with a Rake. If I could I would climb into your brain and take a good dump all over the place just so you know how it feels.
Emma Stubbs. I have never loved another like you. Often times I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I am yet to meet another that makes me feel the way you do. I know I never will. I will never meet another whom I am willing to make myself so open and vulnerable to. I will never come across another who will hold me in the same way you do. The things you do, ranging from cute to pure on stupid, all make me realize just how sold I am on you. I have had moments where I've seen you crying and been like, "This is my doll, I love her and I don't want her crying, please stop crying bint?" and then I would stop saying/doing what it was that was upsetting you and then make sure to try make you happy again. There have been those times where you've done something highly stupid and I've been like, "Who is this pillock and what are they doing next to me? Oh wait, this is my doll, best to hold her tight" and then just like that, it's ok that you're wearing your underwear over your head pretending to be a superhero.
I think the world of you. You're the best I've ever had and yes I'll admit, you're the most annoying at times but I know for a fact that I never ever make it easy to be with me (what fun would that be?) but the fact that you still are, even though you doubt your sanity sometimes means more to me than you'll ever know. I'll never admit to being lost without you, I'm not a prawn, but you know how I am without you, I don't like it. I know our Valentine's Day was a shambles, in fact it was the perfect Anti Valentine's Day ever. If we had broken up it would've been the funniest story ever but I'm glad we didn't, although I won't count my chickens before they hatch.
You're the best to ever happen to me and I love you to no avail, "uncontrollably" even. Happy messed up Valentine's Day you sexy bint.
From your 'Hunk'
You're another story. Honest to God sometimes I don't get you at all. Sometimes I want to break you in half and set you on fire. I have never met someone I can like, love, adore and then hate all in the space of a few minutes. You know how to ruin my mood. You're the only person who really knows how to piss me off and often times you're the one person I've wanted to run over with a Rake. If I could I would climb into your brain and take a good dump all over the place just so you know how it feels.
Emma Stubbs. I have never loved another like you. Often times I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I am yet to meet another that makes me feel the way you do. I know I never will. I will never meet another whom I am willing to make myself so open and vulnerable to. I will never come across another who will hold me in the same way you do. The things you do, ranging from cute to pure on stupid, all make me realize just how sold I am on you. I have had moments where I've seen you crying and been like, "This is my doll, I love her and I don't want her crying, please stop crying bint?" and then I would stop saying/doing what it was that was upsetting you and then make sure to try make you happy again. There have been those times where you've done something highly stupid and I've been like, "Who is this pillock and what are they doing next to me? Oh wait, this is my doll, best to hold her tight" and then just like that, it's ok that you're wearing your underwear over your head pretending to be a superhero.
I think the world of you. You're the best I've ever had and yes I'll admit, you're the most annoying at times but I know for a fact that I never ever make it easy to be with me (what fun would that be?) but the fact that you still are, even though you doubt your sanity sometimes means more to me than you'll ever know. I'll never admit to being lost without you, I'm not a prawn, but you know how I am without you, I don't like it. I know our Valentine's Day was a shambles, in fact it was the perfect Anti Valentine's Day ever. If we had broken up it would've been the funniest story ever but I'm glad we didn't, although I won't count my chickens before they hatch.
You're the best to ever happen to me and I love you to no avail, "uncontrollably" even. Happy messed up Valentine's Day you sexy bint.
From your 'Hunk'
We're Bitches
Breaking up with someone isn't all that hard really. All it takes is a simple, "Laka" and there you have it, a tie severed for what is hopefully forever.
It all isn't that hard. I've broken up with all my girlfriends as far as I can remember but one is in the grey area because we just kinda came to the mutual understanding that my infidelity kinda constitutes a break up and I didn't dispute that for crap. I think the only think that is ever an issue is the staying broken apart. For most it is very easy to not have to go back, in fact it is insulting and I can't see myself going back in time to relive anything that was because it died for a reason. I don't feel for any of my ex's as anything more as really cool friends and that is ok for me. I've seen a lot and also heard a lot about failed relationships and fail ex's that I really don't see it as anything so different anymore.
It was Valentine's Day and I can say that today isn't finished. It hasn't been resolved in a way where I can go to bed tonight feeling as if sleep will come to me. I feel like today was possibly the biggest waste in that I don't feel as if it did what it was supposed to. Today was a day meant to be forgotten, a day where I hoped to feel as if a gulf had been crossed over this sea of silly controversy and conformity. I came to realize sometime into the day that, "Hey, even though I think today is a bunch of sheep balls, I'm not the only one in this." I was like well if that is the case then best I hot foot and do some ground work. Unfortunately it didn't pan out as I had expected and to be honest I will admit to being a little upset but I was also chilled because there will come a time where I hit my romantic stride. I don't think any girl will understand just what it feels like to have their mates tune them about someone they're interested in. It is probably one of the worst things because not only does it make you feel like an absolute prawn, it makes you feel like a prawn. I think it is the best thing ever, I dish out abuse all the time and being someone with a girlfriend, I get it dealt a lot too. I have no problem with that, I encourage that but it makes having and maintaining a committed relationship easily one of the hardest things on God's Shiny Boy Earth. I have a mate who till this day, refuses to admit he loves that Blonde Vixen, the one with the BV. Another has some foreign ass waiting in the wings but also loves the queen. It is all harmless fun.
I'm in a better mood now. I'm still very Two Finger's In YOur Eyes sorta thing but I'm ace.
It all isn't that hard. I've broken up with all my girlfriends as far as I can remember but one is in the grey area because we just kinda came to the mutual understanding that my infidelity kinda constitutes a break up and I didn't dispute that for crap. I think the only think that is ever an issue is the staying broken apart. For most it is very easy to not have to go back, in fact it is insulting and I can't see myself going back in time to relive anything that was because it died for a reason. I don't feel for any of my ex's as anything more as really cool friends and that is ok for me. I've seen a lot and also heard a lot about failed relationships and fail ex's that I really don't see it as anything so different anymore.
It was Valentine's Day and I can say that today isn't finished. It hasn't been resolved in a way where I can go to bed tonight feeling as if sleep will come to me. I feel like today was possibly the biggest waste in that I don't feel as if it did what it was supposed to. Today was a day meant to be forgotten, a day where I hoped to feel as if a gulf had been crossed over this sea of silly controversy and conformity. I came to realize sometime into the day that, "Hey, even though I think today is a bunch of sheep balls, I'm not the only one in this." I was like well if that is the case then best I hot foot and do some ground work. Unfortunately it didn't pan out as I had expected and to be honest I will admit to being a little upset but I was also chilled because there will come a time where I hit my romantic stride. I don't think any girl will understand just what it feels like to have their mates tune them about someone they're interested in. It is probably one of the worst things because not only does it make you feel like an absolute prawn, it makes you feel like a prawn. I think it is the best thing ever, I dish out abuse all the time and being someone with a girlfriend, I get it dealt a lot too. I have no problem with that, I encourage that but it makes having and maintaining a committed relationship easily one of the hardest things on God's Shiny Boy Earth. I have a mate who till this day, refuses to admit he loves that Blonde Vixen, the one with the BV. Another has some foreign ass waiting in the wings but also loves the queen. It is all harmless fun.
I'm in a better mood now. I'm still very Two Finger's In YOur Eyes sorta thing but I'm ace.
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