Yup,Im bored. No doubt about it. Ive watched WAAAY too many dvds,listened to my entire iTunes library (including all the crappy stuff downloaded by accident/passed on by friends/chosen when in particularly odd mood etc) and even cleaned the house. Im contemplating re-dreading my hair just for something to do. I would get a life,but Im broke...Ive just found out that I face MORE delays in getting a passport - and gee I just love the mountains of paperwork that come with THAT particular quest-and that its going to cost me daft amounts of money.Which,incidentally,I dont have and the bank is strangely only too willing to lend me...unfortunately spending the next 10 years in debt is not an option,so Mr Barclaycard can go fuck himself thank you very much.
Well what else have I been doing...discovering that tinned veggie hotpot is actually not that bad providing you throw in a few bits of whatevers in the fridge and then cover the whole lot in so much chilli powder your tastebuds evaporate,rendering you completely unable to taste what the hell you are eating.
Realising that sometimes,no matter how much you may deny it,nothing beats an afternoon of Aerosmith,AC/DC,Bon Jovi and (whisper it) the odd bit of Bryan Adams...yeah,cheese is DEFINATELY the way to go. Unfortunately,after a few hours I realise Im now lactose intollerant...still,at least for once me and my big hair had company. (for the record,the Bryan Adams did NOT include anything along the lines of 'everything I do','heaven' etc,we're sticking strictly with the summer of 69 here-even I have standards)
Having a particularly irritating arguement with an 'e-friend' or whatever the fuck you call someone youve never met,but know stupidly intimate and embarassing things about her. Concerning platonic friendship. Now,this has always been a little bone of contention for me. If not for the whole 'platonic' thing,my friends list would be much smaller,and WAY too oestrogenised.Ive never been the kind of girl who sees men as a completely different species,useful only for charming,screwing or blaming.I LIKE guys,theyre way more direct,honest to the point of stupidity, and providing you arent the faint hearted or stomached type,usually have much more interesting conversations. Now,explaining this to my friend got tricky. She automatically assumes because you spend time with a guy,you want to jump on him. Had to stop her mid point to state the fact if I wanted to jump on them,I bloody well would...fact is,as much as I love all my male friends,really would NOT want to imagine them in that way.For a start,I know far too much about their fetishes,sexual hangups and in some cases STDs to even think about it.Plus,I dont really find them attractive.I like the fact that I can ask any one of them for a hug after a shit day knowing full well that they arent going to perve.I also like to know that if I got stupidly drunk,they wouldnt take advantage,and if I really wanted to make an ass of myself,theyd actually TELL me I was going to before I did it. She seems to think that I should by now have some kind of self esteem issues here,I should be lying in a darkened room somewhere going 'But WHY dont they want to take advantage of me?!' err...cos Im like their sister or their substitute mum in some cases,and thats just WAY twisted to get sex involved in that equation.I think we may have to agree to disagree upon this point,but if shes reading this, Yes,they are and No,I dont.Oh,and no,I never have,and wouldnt if you paid me.(well,unless it was a stupidly large sum and we could both be given something to erase all memory afterwards.)
Unfortunately,my attitude to men has led to repeated misunderstandings-not from them,but from everyone around us. Things usually get straightened out eventually,but if anyone asks me about the guy from Waterstones again lets just clear some points up now; 1.)Hes GAY and 2.) He calls me Mum. Either that makes us just mates,or we are the kinkiest people in town. And its not the latter. Oh,and the tall blonde guy in Pavs? Known him and his brother since school.Hes like my brother.(if I had one) Hes also single,and open to offers,so if you liked what you saw,let me know,Ill pass on his number-along with a detailed relationship history.(see-friendships with guys have their advantages!
) Finally,the guy at work everyone is curious about. Hes my best mate,and I love him to pieces,but I can safely say I have more interest in the contents of his comic collection than his trousers. I believe that covers everything.If there are any more let me know,but rest assured,If I embark on a torrid affair,you guys will be the first to know (Best not to hold the breath there.)
Right,rant over,air cleared,time to return to my junkfood habit and watch some more Spaced-something Ive become curiously addicted to...although I guess that goes against every arguement I just made,seeing as I was kind of pleased when the extra documentary showed Tim and Daisy with baby 'Luke'. So much for platonics there...Ah well,ignoring that bit...
Well what else have I been doing...discovering that tinned veggie hotpot is actually not that bad providing you throw in a few bits of whatevers in the fridge and then cover the whole lot in so much chilli powder your tastebuds evaporate,rendering you completely unable to taste what the hell you are eating.
Realising that sometimes,no matter how much you may deny it,nothing beats an afternoon of Aerosmith,AC/DC,Bon Jovi and (whisper it) the odd bit of Bryan Adams...yeah,cheese is DEFINATELY the way to go. Unfortunately,after a few hours I realise Im now lactose intollerant...still,at least for once me and my big hair had company. (for the record,the Bryan Adams did NOT include anything along the lines of 'everything I do','heaven' etc,we're sticking strictly with the summer of 69 here-even I have standards)
Having a particularly irritating arguement with an 'e-friend' or whatever the fuck you call someone youve never met,but know stupidly intimate and embarassing things about her. Concerning platonic friendship. Now,this has always been a little bone of contention for me. If not for the whole 'platonic' thing,my friends list would be much smaller,and WAY too oestrogenised.Ive never been the kind of girl who sees men as a completely different species,useful only for charming,screwing or blaming.I LIKE guys,theyre way more direct,honest to the point of stupidity, and providing you arent the faint hearted or stomached type,usually have much more interesting conversations. Now,explaining this to my friend got tricky. She automatically assumes because you spend time with a guy,you want to jump on him. Had to stop her mid point to state the fact if I wanted to jump on them,I bloody well would...fact is,as much as I love all my male friends,really would NOT want to imagine them in that way.For a start,I know far too much about their fetishes,sexual hangups and in some cases STDs to even think about it.Plus,I dont really find them attractive.I like the fact that I can ask any one of them for a hug after a shit day knowing full well that they arent going to perve.I also like to know that if I got stupidly drunk,they wouldnt take advantage,and if I really wanted to make an ass of myself,theyd actually TELL me I was going to before I did it. She seems to think that I should by now have some kind of self esteem issues here,I should be lying in a darkened room somewhere going 'But WHY dont they want to take advantage of me?!' err...cos Im like their sister or their substitute mum in some cases,and thats just WAY twisted to get sex involved in that equation.I think we may have to agree to disagree upon this point,but if shes reading this, Yes,they are and No,I dont.Oh,and no,I never have,and wouldnt if you paid me.(well,unless it was a stupidly large sum and we could both be given something to erase all memory afterwards.)
Unfortunately,my attitude to men has led to repeated misunderstandings-not from them,but from everyone around us. Things usually get straightened out eventually,but if anyone asks me about the guy from Waterstones again lets just clear some points up now; 1.)Hes GAY and 2.) He calls me Mum. Either that makes us just mates,or we are the kinkiest people in town. And its not the latter. Oh,and the tall blonde guy in Pavs? Known him and his brother since school.Hes like my brother.(if I had one) Hes also single,and open to offers,so if you liked what you saw,let me know,Ill pass on his number-along with a detailed relationship history.(see-friendships with guys have their advantages!
) Finally,the guy at work everyone is curious about. Hes my best mate,and I love him to pieces,but I can safely say I have more interest in the contents of his comic collection than his trousers. I believe that covers everything.If there are any more let me know,but rest assured,If I embark on a torrid affair,you guys will be the first to know (Best not to hold the breath there.)
Right,rant over,air cleared,time to return to my junkfood habit and watch some more Spaced-something Ive become curiously addicted to...although I guess that goes against every arguement I just made,seeing as I was kind of pleased when the extra documentary showed Tim and Daisy with baby 'Luke'. So much for platonics there...Ah well,ignoring that bit...