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Worst 24 hours EVER.
First of all.. a note to the driver of the silver vauxhall vectra from yesterday.
Dear Mr Driver,
Thank you so much for your kind contribution to the destruction of my beautiful car. Having you drive like a lunatic, at crazy speeds past my car and smashing my wing mirror really did save me a job! I'd been meaning to vandalise my car for a while and you did it so well.
You know, I don't know why I bother to drive safely through the streets of Bury, when clearly hitting someones car is the 'in thing' at the minute. I'm obviously not down with the kids these days! Oh, and as for you not pulling over to check I was ok and to, I dunno perhaps apologise - no worries! I only pulled in in the hope you would come and give me some tips on how to drive like you. Never mind, maybe I'll just give a bottle of vodka to someone who has never driven before, I reckon that'll be quite similar to your methods.
So, thanks again and don't worry about the
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A few thoughts..
Why were boys invented? They suck.
I think once a boy turns 16 they should be shipped to another far away land. Up until 16 they can be forgiven for any stupid things they do, once over 16 they should know better.
You know what else sucks? Losing people.
Not just losing someone forever, just losing someone for a while. Losing touch with them. It sucks big time.
You know when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, or a really close friend and you can just randomly text them, or say really random things to them and it's ok because they are on your wave length, they know you're a bit weird but it's totally ok? I love that. And sometimes, when you don't have that, that really sucks too.
And the biggest suck of all is when you can't do anything about it.
Everything is out of your hands, you just have to sit and wait for your life - which I might add was pretty damn rosey for a change - to get back to normal.
It.
SUCKS.
Another thing, why do you get the urge to go through your memories when you're having a really crap day? It sucks.
My longest bestest friend came round last night and as usual we got talking about 'way back when' when we were just silly little school girls and I told her about a photo I had of her. She made me go in my memory box and show it her. Big mistake. Once you open that box, BAM you're Pandora and you've just unleashed all the evils of your own past right out into the present.
I wish there was hope at the bottom of my box like hers, I can't see it somedays..
I think once a boy turns 16 they should be shipped to another far away land. Up until 16 they can be forgiven for any stupid things they do, once over 16 they should know better.
You know what else sucks? Losing people.
Not just losing someone forever, just losing someone for a while. Losing touch with them. It sucks big time.
You know when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, or a really close friend and you can just randomly text them, or say really random things to them and it's ok because they are on your wave length, they know you're a bit weird but it's totally ok? I love that. And sometimes, when you don't have that, that really sucks too.
And the biggest suck of all is when you can't do anything about it.
Everything is out of your hands, you just have to sit and wait for your life - which I might add was pretty damn rosey for a change - to get back to normal.
It.
SUCKS.
Another thing, why do you get the urge to go through your memories when you're having a really crap day? It sucks.
My longest bestest friend came round last night and as usual we got talking about 'way back when' when we were just silly little school girls and I told her about a photo I had of her. She made me go in my memory box and show it her. Big mistake. Once you open that box, BAM you're Pandora and you've just unleashed all the evils of your own past right out into the present.
I wish there was hope at the bottom of my box like hers, I can't see it somedays..
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"He left her"...
I'm having a shit day anyway and thats what I hear my mum saying on the phone to my auntie who lives in Cyprus.
"Ooh no, he left her did I not tell you?"
I thougth our break up had left the front page news weeks ago, obviously not. Nearly three months on and hearing those words still cuts through me like a knife through butter. No matter what else is going on in my life 'boy wise', even the fact that I know I don't want to get back together with him, it still kills me that its over. That might sound completely doolally but it's true.
I KNOW I was unhappy with him and I KNOW nothing will change if we ever got back together but yet it still hurts that I don't have him anymore.
God it doesn't make any sense!
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It's gone away, to a town called yesterday..
It's all final and done. I no longer live at my bungalow. His bungalow.
That really sucks.
I've like totally cried today for the first time in weeks and it's not about him, not really, it's about my bungalow. My first house away from my parents. I was in the car with my friend the other week and she pointed out the first house she moved into when she left home, and it dawned on me today that I can't really look back on my first house with the same almost admiration that she did with hers. She was proud to have moved to that house, to have taken her first step into the real world so to speak, and I can't do that because of the totally shit year I had there.
Don't get me wrong I've had some really good times there and all but the heartache and suffering while I was there, the times I couldn't be there, and the way in which I "lost" all that is far too prominent in my mind to remember the good parts all that easily.
I want to have such a positive attitude to all this and just think 'onwards and upwards', but I just can't do that right now. I feel like I'm back at stage one.
I know things will be fine, if I think about things logically, I'm just on a down day and like I said before I'm just not in the right frame of mind to think logically yet!
Oh and just to plug it in there in the title, yes I went to see Take That on Friday and yes it was the best gig of my life! - Thats the highlight of my year so far!
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Birthday:
Aug 25 1987
Location:
Manchester
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You clearly wont see this until you get home, and probably for quite a while, but I feel it's become sort of a tradition. Sooooooooooo...........
Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!
Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be humen too
Gee, cousin Louie
You're doin' real good
Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire
But I don't know how to make fire
Now don't try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you
You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me!
:-) xxx