yes really

I, refusing to go near the other half of the species (for obvious and not so obvious reasons) when asked out or something of that nature say; “I’m really not interested in anything with anyone, I’m just out of a serious relationship and not ready for anything - anytime soon or in the foreseeable nearby future”.

This never seems to get them to buggar off. I’ve since realised, that is because what they are hearing is; “I’m not interested in anything serious, so you can have me for tonight if you remain persistant- convince me I should be with you and by all means keep trying to grope me no matter how many times I move out of the way of your hands - arms - general direction.”

was very odd and pointless. think i should forget about that “say yes” theory. gut instincts are there for a reason people, go with them!

Whilst drunk.

Seriously.

No idea what it is about.

Going to go cos well it might be some sort of job opportunity and it also could be disastrous - either way makes for an interesting week!

Life is strange when you come across look up an old ex on Facebook only to find his profile picture is one with him and a baby. His baby. Am I this old? 

What surprises me is I wasn’t jealous. I am a jealous cow, usually, so maybe I’m growing out of that, or maybe I’m just really glad that I’m not the one who got impregnated (mean). 

Can a woman be cock blocked? I wanted to say I had been cock blocked - but if one cock stops another cock from coming near you - is that too described as a cock block? 

I’m not a hardcore feminist or anything but when I think back to the amount of food I made for you I want to slap my past-self. All those sandwiches. I could pave the way to where you are now with all those sandwiches. 

But that would be hella nasty.

You made me chips once. They were shit.

So much for the torrid affair. 

Not able to go out tonight and therefore unable to meet my Mr. Huge Flirt. I did send a text to let him down gently, sweetly and a little bit sexily.

No reply.

I appear to have set myself up on a date. I wish it was a date. It’s not so much a date as a “and then we will go back to my place”. I don’t know how I get myself into these situations.

All I said was “how are you”, not “how you doin’!”.

Then later asked if he was heading out at the weekend. He is.

All this flirt free, I suggested nothing about a party for two. I think I was dehydrated or something; my head was dizzy and I just agreed when he mentioned how fun it would be. 

I must be condemned to have a series of rebounds this year. Damn sexy ass rebounds.

Why do we keep washing the jam jars?

Did I at some point intend to make a butt load of jam?

They may be a complete waste of time. I’ve never made one. So I bought three work out DVDs and intend to be hella hot in like two months? That’s realistic. Hmm. Then again maybe I’m thinking of that other word - optimistic. Let’s see what happens. If anything, I can fill out a gap in the shelf that is exactly 3 DVD boxes wide.

I could also use the DVDs themselves as coasters.

Dear Head Fucker,

Do stop fucking with my head. You think I don’t know when you are trying to do it? You are in no way as subtle as you may think you are. We are supposedly remaining friends although we both loathe the term being applied to one another. I love you and you love me, we both know this to be true. But you aren’t capable of continuing on to the next level. If you wish us to remain friendly, you need to stop with the head fucking. You can’t fuck me, so don’t fuck with my head either.

Yours Truthfully,

Anger Stage

To buy very cute necklaces from Etsy, or to buy a very cute rampant rabbit from Ann Summers?