Sorry about last nights entry. I'm not always such a misery mope. But last night i was, and i kinda am tonight aswell.
To explain:
Y'know when you're feeling really rubbish and fat and gross and disgusting and worthless, and you always have that one person to turn to and you know they will cheer you up regardless, and it'll all be a funny moment to look back on and smile. Well, Mike, my dumbass, useless lump of a boyfriend, is supposed to be that person. So i rung him, and all i wanted him to say was nice things, or just to reassure me. But he didn't. In fact he changed the subject. Which made me feel ten gazillion times worse. And then as i cried into my pillow, i got a text, from useless mc crappy boy saying how nice i am. The problem is, why couldn't he say that over the phone, he had to text it to me instead, like a 13 year old girl. Which made me so mad.
Fast forward a little bit to today, and i got a phone call from him (
) asking could he meet me for lunch, he had something "important" to ask me. So, i met him, (he was 15 minutes late) and the thing that was so important was:
Would i like to go to Liverpool this weekend? It is Wednesday, and he decided today he would like to go to Liverpool on Friday. Whaich is silly, but i looked on the internet anyway for flights, and they cost 162. Which seems a bit much for 1 night, and we'd need sterling as well and it's not worth it. So i said no, and he said he's going on his own anyway, and here's the reason i'm mad tonight:
He wants to use my credit card to book his tickets. My credit card. Bear in mind that this boy owes me over 4000, and has made no effort whatsoever to pay any of it back, and i'm, gonna hand over my credit card?????????????
To anyone who bothered to read that rant, i am sorry. I feel better now.
To anyone who didn't bother to read it all, let's summarise. Boyfriend bad. End of.
But on another note, the security company who delivers the money to my bank were in today, and the security man was asking about me, and he wants to ask me out. Awwww. At least someone wants me.
To explain:
Y'know when you're feeling really rubbish and fat and gross and disgusting and worthless, and you always have that one person to turn to and you know they will cheer you up regardless, and it'll all be a funny moment to look back on and smile. Well, Mike, my dumbass, useless lump of a boyfriend, is supposed to be that person. So i rung him, and all i wanted him to say was nice things, or just to reassure me. But he didn't. In fact he changed the subject. Which made me feel ten gazillion times worse. And then as i cried into my pillow, i got a text, from useless mc crappy boy saying how nice i am. The problem is, why couldn't he say that over the phone, he had to text it to me instead, like a 13 year old girl. Which made me so mad.
Fast forward a little bit to today, and i got a phone call from him (
) asking could he meet me for lunch, he had something "important" to ask me. So, i met him, (he was 15 minutes late) and the thing that was so important was:
Would i like to go to Liverpool this weekend? It is Wednesday, and he decided today he would like to go to Liverpool on Friday. Whaich is silly, but i looked on the internet anyway for flights, and they cost 162. Which seems a bit much for 1 night, and we'd need sterling as well and it's not worth it. So i said no, and he said he's going on his own anyway, and here's the reason i'm mad tonight:
He wants to use my credit card to book his tickets. My credit card. Bear in mind that this boy owes me over 4000, and has made no effort whatsoever to pay any of it back, and i'm, gonna hand over my credit card?????????????
To anyone who bothered to read that rant, i am sorry. I feel better now.
To anyone who didn't bother to read it all, let's summarise. Boyfriend bad. End of.
But on another note, the security company who delivers the money to my bank were in today, and the security man was asking about me, and he wants to ask me out. Awwww. At least someone wants me.
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Though my mother is one of those who would prefer to see me with them as she knows then that I'm being 'careful' (her words).
That's more embarassing than a disapproving mother I think
A good thing about not gettin any is that you don't have to worry bout such things
Hey I knew as much, am not looking to impose and stay overnight or anything, was thinking of just arsing around n grabbing a coffee or something. I'm not sure my current funds stretch far enough for a night out.
So when be you free? I have nothing for a while (understatement).
I shouldn't worry though, you were a bundle of happy beauty after a day of toiling in a bank, wearnig a banking uniform, I suspect you hungover will still be similarly impressive.
Hmmm...might as well get started on looking presentable now, it might take a few days
[Edited on Sep 22, 2005 9:00PM]