Monday, 22 October 2012

Mystic Meg?

Yeah, I'm not her and am unlikely to ever be anything similar.
If you've got something to tell me, don't wait for me to guess it, bloody say something! Do I look like an elderly gypsy woman with a turban on my head burning incense and wearing a billion jingly bits of jewellery? Nah.
Not me pal.

How very annoying.

Bloody hope the laundry in my room dries by tomorrow otherwise I'm going to be royally fucked for work.

Need. To. Sleep.

Saturday, 20 October 2012

I'm that irritated I've got a twitch.

Oi you. Stop reading.

Genuinely. That annoyed the bloody twitch in my eye's back. At least I finally know the cause of the sodding thing.

I woke up early on thursday for you when its the one day I could've had a lie in and yet skype didn't happen. You fell asleep halfway through talking to me today. And not only have I been at uni for several, longer than normal, hours and had my first day at a new job which made me as nervous as a gay rabbit in march. 
But still, I stay up late, largely to talk to you. The internet's being shit so I SPEND five quid on it so we can maybe skype. BUT HELL NO. If you're aware you can't talk for long then FOR FUCKS SAKE TELL ME. 
Bite me like a rabid dog.


You can tell when you care too much I think.
This is one of those times. I should start being a twat. Well, more of a twat.


Sunday, 14 October 2012

Don't like it, Don't read.

I didn't set out to make this all really whingey but frankly, its my place to write shit down and if I'm happy I'm usually drunk or too chirpy to bother with this.
Hence the title ;)

Definitely not cheery right now. This weekend has been slightly disastrous. Gold star to me for going to BOP and managing to lose both my oyster which I've had since I was 14, my railcard and the sleeve my mum bought me for uni. Cock. Great start. Surprisingly my hangover which should've been horrendous was pretty tame. Waxed my legs - first time, very painful. BRILLIANT. One of my housemates had friends from home coming up, on the surface fine, lovely people I'm sure. But when it comes to drinking games when I'm less than in the mood didn't really fit the bill. Just didn't promote being jolly. And today, oh today. Sorted out my oyster blah, blah. Did need to go to asda, by the time I got there, oh yeah! They'd shut. Rang mum to try and sort out aspects of my financial situation, Sketchley Grange really excells at being shit. I asked them about 2 weeks ago to send me my P45 since they're too crap for words. Have they sent it? Have they bullshit.

Definitely feeling homesick/mildly depressed. 

Don't like that I feel a bit of an outsider still in the house. Housemates aren't the problem, I just think I'm too happy being a hermit. I dunno. Its hard since they've all lived together for a year already. Its not that they're excluding me at all, just difficult to integrate. 

Some things just feel like they're changing. Things I don't want to change. Circumstances are difficult but I'd hope certain things would remain constant. 

Oh Jesus. Gimmie a break. Or a hug. Or lypo. Or something that'll make things get better. PLEASE.

Cry me a bloody river.

Sunday, 7 October 2012

Half Past Midnight.

Its at night when I think too much. When it all gets overpowering because I can't sleep. I'll do anything for you, I always will. 

I am going to kill this bastard fly.

Shocking short. Coldplay's said it all for me.

Monday, 1 October 2012

Oh baby, you're breaking my heart.

Darling M, why fore art thou piss off to new zealand? I know its prettier than here, you get a bit more sun and you live two seconds away from the beach.. but still. It isn't the same without you.

You still tell me off for not eating and for falling over when I'm drunk. When I'm my usual clumsy self and your amusement at my shameless behaviour in public. I just miss you more than Dolce would miss Gabbana. Your hilarious face shapes and the way you screamed when my cold toes found their way to your back. Your incredible chicken and rice and how you never let me help, you even took over when I tried to cook for you.

Believe me baby, I'm not giving up. 

I just really do adore you. Every tiny little morsel, including your not so little biceps.
You should know you're stuck with me forever now. You aren't aware but I've put superglue on your soul and attached mine to it.

You're the most incredible panda in the world. You are in fact my panda. Not that I own you or anything, but you've stolen part of me so really, it's only fair. 

Love you MPH.