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| that girl,
there's so much i should tell you, but its probably too late. he's probably labelled me a psycho bitch who's looking to ruin whatever chances he has out there in the world due to my insane thinking that "the world revolves around me". i wouldnt be writing this to you if it did, cos if the world did revolve around me, i'd just be happy thinking that he's lost so much through out this year.
a man who hides, cheats, and slags you off behind your back, all while keeping a straight face to not just you, but everybody else is that man you are with. you know what he's like, you started your relationship even though you fully knew that he was 2 timing someone else and was seeing you at the same time. i would have thought alarm bells would have started to ring when that happened, was this someone you really thought you could trust? maybe he's told you sweet things, things like how he knew he should've not done that, how he will turn over a new leaf, how he's realised what a horrible person he was and that girl was hanging on to him and thats why he gave in to his desires which he now regrets and you forgave him. but do you know his track record, do you know that he's done it before, that before you got together with him, he had done the same things with 2 other separate girls and you're an identity mirror of the girl he cheated on me with? once bitten twice shy they say, but in this case, a leopard never changes its spots. dear girl, i hope you know what he's really like, although i kinda get the feeling that you probably do but never had the confirmation, this is that confirmation.
and if you do, dont bother talking to his friends, they dont know him either - talk to the people he doesnt deem as friends or people who know of him - cos these are the people who he has ultimately lost in the process of becoming what he is today, people who he has betrayed, cheated and slagged off like the 2 faced backstabbing cheat he is.
your's
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| i know i do occasionally, but its never a coherent sentence or word at the most, just mumbles, whimpers and snorts; doesnt really count does it? lol
but seriously, this woman has got it all filed into a blog post, she records her husband's peppered sleep monologues with a voice activated recorder or isomniacally manually types them in and publishes here at:
how apt.
but its a gem of words and surreal quotes you'd imagine came out of a madman who was slightly schizophrenic with bipolar disorder.
"Flap's on fire. Your flap's on fire! Chili in the vagiiiiina. I'm a bad bad boy"
"You're pretty. pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty.... [long pause] Now fuck off and be pretty somewhere else. I'm bored."
"Your mum's at the door again. Bury me. Bury me deep."
[in response to wife typing] "clip clop clip clop clip clop clip clop clip clop... Who brought a horse in the bedroom? Oh well. Looks like I'm sleeping in the barn."
"Don't eat the jelly! Don't eat the jelly! I made it with frog wee. It'll turn your teeth green... Like mini apples."
"You spin me. You spin me round and round. Stop spinning me!"
classic haha, thought i'd share (:
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| merry christmas, happy new years (somewhat belated but hey! i was away!)
just to pacify you here are some pictures, and i'll promise to write something interesting soon...oh and you know how i always get into trouble at the airport? no i'm not a terrorist on the FBI's most wanted list or a shoe bomber, its just that EVERY time i travel i have bad luck:
like my plane delayed then cancelled and then my badminton racquet got lost in transition from greece to the UK cos of some dumb EU legislation, or my flights being shit next to people who sleep their faces off and my legs swell to 10times the size of an elephant's. or like recently when my luggages had to be emptied and repacked over and over and then fedexed over to me cos i was about, oh i think, 20kilos overweight in luggage. oh woe is me.
P.S my boyfriend sent me this just now, apparently this is what we looked like this afternoon, DEEP FREEZE
 and this is what we did the other day, this is the view from the 3rd floor | | |
| why do some people just dont get it.
i say i dont want to talk to you/hear from you/see you blahblah and that its just irritating. and yet they can still ask you why you're irritated.
like omg how thick can some people be, obviously i'm irritated that they're STILL talking to me and stuff when i told them not just 2 secs ago to bugger off and get the hell away from me cos they're irritating. grow some brains urgh. dont tell me to cheer up if you've not cleared off and disappeared, especially when you said you'd go away and leave me alone. god the hypocrisy in that is ludicrous.
you disgust me. that picture above is me HAPPY that you are NOT anywhere near me. i've blanked you and ignored you and clearly, YOU ARE JUST STUPID NOT TO PICK IT UP.
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| theres a guy i've seen every week now, you know the sort of guy you sit next to in the tube and he's always there, every day without fail, 8am in the same carriage whenever you get on? sometimes he's wearing a suit or other days he's just dressed down and listening to his ipod, yea? that sorta guy
well he drives actually, he drives up to the side road next to the teaching block near my halls with his big white van every monday. and every monday he's there, always there and i always walk past him.
he always has this push cart thing, you know the trolleys they use for big heavy boxes
and he always has this big box, and its always full of.....
SWEETIES!!hahahaha sorry suspense d:
(we're thinking of ambushing him next week! LOL)
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