Posts Tagged ‘oh men’

167. got a little scared, now i’m always sleeping with the light on.

Sunday, February 17th, 2013

I’ve told too many girls that I love them, I’ve told too many girls they’re the one.
So why am I sitting here all alone, how do you measure fun?
I’ve called lost property too many times and I can’t live properly, a piece of me died.
I wasn’t aware the Mona Lisa cried, maybe I remembered my decent side.
Wash the kisses off my neck and lock my past in the basement.
I need to find your perfect replacement.

Let’s start, you’ve torn him apart.
He had a lot of heart, for a heartless bastard. So sad, sad it ain’t lasted.
Scream like you mean if you wanna go faster. Cause he’ll never slow down.
Tears of a clown, like bits of motown.
Found what he needs and his heart still bleeds.
But he’ll never take a ride on your merry-go-round.

We’ll never know what we may find, find on the other side.
We’ll never know what we may find…

I’ve called lost property too many times and I can’t live properly, a piece of me died.
I wasn’t aware the Mona Lisa cried, maybe I remembered my decent side.
Wash the kisses off my neck and lock my past in the basement.
I’ve found your perfect replacement.

Hope you remember my love, remember my name.
Put a message in the post, hope you get it by May.
Lock my past in the basement, I’ve found your perfect replacement.

I’ve found something, never need your nothing again.
Who’s laughing now? I’ve found your perfect placement.
Lock my past in the basement, I’ve found your perfect replacement.

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There must be something about February, that makes me find a song that scarily relates to my current situation. Thankfully, it’s working as a catharsis for me, rather than allowing me to wallow. Thank you very much, Example. At the minute, I feel very close to the parts in bold. But I hope in time, I can relate more to the parts in italics. I’m optimistic. And I’m also changing my ways. In future, I’m not going to mope around after men. They’re quite frankly not worth it. When I find one who is, he’ll be the one chasing me, not the other way round. For now I’m going to focus on my family. my friends, and most of all me. I’ve been neglecting all three with my selfish ways of the years. This must change.

♥: Bittersweet.
♪: Example – Perfect Replacement.

164. for those who don’t know me, i can get a bit crazy.

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012

Never mind, then!

Let’s have some drinks, you’re buying.

♥: Slightly sick from too many yoghurt coated raisins.
♪: N/A.

160. but i’ll admit i was glad that it was over.

Sunday, February 26th, 2012

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over.
But had me believing that it was something that I’d done.

And I don’t want to live that way.
Reading into every word you say.
You said that you could let it go.
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.

But you didn’t have to cut me off.
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don’t even need your love.
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.

You didn’t have to stoop so low.
Have your friends collect your records, then change your number.
I guess I didn’t need that, though.
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.

Now and then, it takes me by surprise when I find a song that describes how I feel exactly, word by word.
Most people can probably guess who I am referring to in this case, but I often feel like there’s lots of people that I used to know.

♥: Melancholy (also hot.)
♪: Gotye feat. Kimbra – Somebody That I Used To Know.

157. where have all the good men gone & where are all the gods?

Tuesday, November 8th, 2011

I’m still alive; I’ve just been lacking in an internet connection to update.

I’d love to say that I’ve been leading an extraordinarily exciting life, but really, I haven’t. I wake up, I shower, get dressed and put make up on, I have brunch (I’m never awake for breakfast), roll into work, roll back home, have dinner, watch The Big Bang Theory, have supper, then go to bed. I know, I know, I need to steady the f**k on. All this excitement could lead to some sort of blood vessel bursting or something.

I do however, have a few invaluable tidbits to share.

Number 01. No matter how cold it may be in your home, having a scolding hot water bottle on your stomach isn’t the best way of warming yourself up. It causes fluid filled blisters, which you then have to cover up with dressings until it heals OR you get a reaction to the adhesive, and you get left with scarring. Lessons have been learned, let me tell you.

Number o2. I am 100% man free, having now ditched Chris/C/Postie/Pirate/Canijust for good. I haven’t actually felt anything towards him for a good 2 years now, but still kept him around just incase I had “needs” that I wanted meeting. But it’s pretty hard to be attracted to somebody who you know is hitting on other girls, rather unabashed, but he broke the golden rule by hitting on a good friend of mine. There is a line that you do not cross, and he just went and did that. So after kindly telling him to fuck off hitting on my friends, he then tried to pretend he didn’t know what I was talking about, and when I wasn’t having any of it, he then deleted me off his friends list on Facebook and has severed all contact with me. Oh, men. : ) But that’s fine. He just beat me to the punch.

So now I have got rid of all the rubbish that I was carrying about with me for the past 4 years, and I can start afresh. Well, I say that, but really I mean remain consistently bitter about everything and not being able to trust any men at all, dying old and alone, yet still secretly thinking it’d be nice to have a fella.

Still on the subject of men, I mentioned in my last post of an ever growing infatuation for Spartan from Gladiators, and as beautiful as he may be, I can’t overlook the fact he’s off the market and have moved onto someone else…

…Sasha Gavrik from Spooks. Ooft! Brooding, moody, Russian, all-black-ensemble-wearing, lovely baby-blues and a great bum. I actually didn’t think that much of him initially, but then I had a dream (from watching excessive Spooks, I expect) that I was part of MI5 and the CIA were planning an assassination on me, and it was Sasha that came to my rescue.  So now my days of wanting a young Assassin from the Holy Lands to take me away in the night are long gone, it’s all about Russian spies now. And the accent works for me on so, so many levels.

Number o3. I have started a bet with a work colleague. If I lose a target amount of weight before she does, she’ll give me £50 to spend on a new outfit to celebrate, and if she gets there before me… well, she gets the satisfaction of being slimmer. In the first week, she lost 5lbs. In the second week, she lost 2lbs. In the third week, she put on 1.5lbs. How much have I lost in the past 3 weeks, on a diet of nothing much more than soup, porridge and salads?

…Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Fuck my actual life.

If anything, I’ll probably be putting on a pound or so this week, considering that I went out for a meal with my parents yesterday and necked several White Russians (if only I meant the other type) and ate a huge plate of Denver fries and steak.  But it’s actually ridiculous that I’ve lost nothing.  When I have my internet connection sorted, I’m going to keep a food diary on here for a month, complete with the calorie contents (if applicable), and if it all seems in order to me, then I’m going to go and cry at my doctor.

I’m going to the hospital tomorrow, which should be my final visit, all being well with my magic toe. Details on that to follow.

♥: Cold.
♪: Klassify ft. Sensus & Devonne – Bounce

156. floating away.

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

I am very, very bad when it comes to updating.
I always intend to, and then I remember 3 vital things.

1) My life is very dull.
2) I don’t get much time to update.
3) Did I mention my life is dull?

So I’ll get up to speed in picture form.


I turned 22. Picture blurry due to excitement of a white chocolate and raspberry cake (also because of a 3 second exposure.)


I was given flowers by a customer for, well, just doing my job, but doing it darn well. Typically my manager or co-workers didn’t see any of this, so all my hard work on this particular occasion goes unrecognised!


I dyed my hair reddy-purple. Then it faded to a reddy brown, with some severe roots. Then I dyed it a dark brown, but it turned black. I’m currently saving up for a colour correction. I remember all too well the horrors of trying to outgrow black hair from when I was 14.


I have found someone to replace Michael Weston. Although, like babe Weston, he just recently came off the market as well. However I’m not as emotionally invested so I am certain I can appreciate his face and still get on with my life.

That pretty much does sum up life right now. I’ve been sociable once or twice, but mostly don’t rock the boat. I also found out gammy kidney, turned out to be gammy nerve. And I’m feeling pretty melancholy. I almost definitely need a man. But I will get over this in a day or two I expect.

♥: Melancholy.
♪: Blaqk Audio – Between Breaths (an XX perspective).

145. can’t you hear my voice?

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Last Sunday was Emma’s leaving do, as she’s moving to Tokyo for a year. It was a bit daunting to begin with, as apart from her boyfriend, I was the only person there who wasn’t a family member. XD But all of her family were really nice and we had some yummy BBQ food and I hope that she felt that she had a good send off. I’m going to miss her when she’s in Japan, but with the medium of LJ, Twitter, Facebook etc. We should still be able to keep in touch well. Or at least I hope. :o

On Thursday I had a HOT DATE. Well. A date, anyway. It was with a guy that I’ve been chatting with for a couple of months now, we seemed to click quite well and I found him attractive, so thought that it’d be nice to put myself ‘out there’, after the whole Ben situation. We went to see The Expendables (awesome movie btw, if you’re into action movies) and then for a few drinks after. He seems nice enough, and gave me a kiss and a hug upon meeting and leaving. I got a text from him the day after saying it was nice to meet me, but I’m doubtful anything will happen. But I’m fine with that. I’m just waiting now to see if he’ll bother to actually say whether or not he wants to pursue anything, because I would like to be friends with him regardless as he’s a pretty cool guy, but I won’t be fucking impressed if he just decides to ‘disappear’. I’m done with cowards. Plus it kinda hurts my feelings. Fair enough if you ain’t attracted to me, but to be a douche is just plain rude. I am expecting the latter, though. But it’d be his loss!

And to end this entry on a sad note… I found out last night that Michael Weston is not only off the market, but he’s recently got married. D: Like… last month recently. D: WEEP WITH ME WORLD, WEEP WITH ME.

♥: Bitchy
♪: Blaqk Audio – Between Breaths (an XX perspective)

129. i know it’s been a while, but i’m glad you came.

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

Today I went hunting for feature wallpaper and suitable curtains for my room back at my parents, as it looks like soon I will be living back there as a permenant fixture, for… the foreseeable future at least. I am probably too mentally retarded to cope on my own again. Let me tell you, when you are looking for something specific, it’s almost impossible to find what you’re looking for. I guess that statement replies to other things too, and not just wallpaper. After around 4 hours of searching, and lots of looking at paint charts, online sites and catalogues, I think I know what I’m going to do with my room. It will be nice to sit in a room that isn’t four walls of magnolia.

Now, I whinge.

Seven months ago, a guy who I had been seeing on and off (his choice not mine) for just over a year, we’ll call him ‘C’, (despite most people being able to figure out who he is) decided to do a Ben and cut contact, removing me from Facebook, blocking on msn, not responding to texts etc. I was a little put out at first, but seeing that at that time I wanted to get back together exclusively with Ben, I wasn’t that bothered by it. 3 months later, just after Ben decided to cut me out (seriously, what is it with me?), C suddenly pops up on msn. Of course I wasn’t exactly welcoming him back with open arms, and his reasons for doing so was “he had a lot going on, and decided to give himself some distance from people.” By that he pointed out that I wasn’t the only one who he cut out, so that makes it completely okay. I believe this, as his friend count on Facebook dropped considerably the day he cut me out and I looked at his profile to figure what on Earth was going on. Personally, I think it’s stupid to cut everyone out in the first place, why not just say “things are gonna be hectic for a while, do you mind if we cool things off/not hang out for a while?”. Too smart for a bloke, I suppose. Since he spoke to me on msn, we spoke now and then. I noticed his friend count on Facebook slowly going up again, but I recieved no friendship request. So after a month or so, I asked him if he was planning on adding me back. His reply was ”Is there any reason to to?”, to which I responded “Is there any reason not to?” so he backed down and said he would add me… to which he did not. But I saw that coming due to his reluctance to add me back. I was too stubborn to add him myself, but why should I? I wasn’t the one who removed myself in the first place.

This evening however, I caved. We had been getting on rather well as of late, and figured he accept after 4 months of being back in touch. OH! How wrong I was. I checked back later and he had declined. Tool.

I realise that it is somewhat of a childish thing to get pent up about… but it’s a principle thing. He probably has people on there who he barely speaks to people, or went to school with and added to be polite. Me? I’m supposed to be a mate, well, we’ve done more than what mates do, and that apparently doesn’t warrant any acknowledgement. It’s not like I leave sonnets of love on his wall, or do too much at all really, and if it’s a case of hiding something he doesn’t want me to find out… I couldn’t care less anyway. It’s not like I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. I just think it’s so childish and pathetic. But that sums him up pretty well actually.

Oh, men. :)

♥: I think I might become a lesbian.
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