As I keep saying I haven’t been online a lot lately. I have been feeling so shit you really cannot believe. It is my old friend “Lost At Sea Feeling” back again. If you have these times too, then you will understand. Hopefully you do, cause that will mean you are normal. But yeah, I have even thought about killing this blog. I started off not giving a fuck about what I wrote on here and telling great gossips and having a laugh. But has timed has moved on, I have found myself biting my tongue more often and thinking “Fuck should I say that?” and deleting half a paragraph. And that isn’t why I started this blog in the first place. It was never meant to be a music blog, or a look at my H&M outfit blog, or anything, it was just supposed to be my place to sit down and chat away. Rather than have 4 AIM windows open and FB all running at the same time. What I find disturbing is why do I suddenly give a fuck even?
My relationship with my longest love is going through a rocky time. The relationship feels pretty empty and soulless at the moment? Maybe it is the weather? Maybe it wasn’t meant to go on forever? Like the old man at Ed’s bar in Chicago [when he was propositioning me to go back to his house and strip so he could look and not touch] said to Paul and I “You too are good for now. Not forever. Just for now.” I am even looking at jobs back in Australia because I am tired of life with my longest love. City of London – I don’t love you like I used to. But then – maybe it is the people I know and don’t want to know any more that are making me feel less inclined to venture out doors and walk your streets in my big black boots.
God – fuck it – I feel like I am living someone else’s life if I can’t talk about my own here.
It is so weakening getting finger fucked by a guy who “doesn’t want a girlfriend” and the only dicking I got is when they dicked me round. XXCENSOREDXX. What a waste of fucking time. It was in essence, my first lesbian relationship. LOLZ.
In other news: another friend told me once that they never wanted to work with someone on particular types of projects and that she wanted it to be ‘our thing’ – I guess she was having a hating on her particular day. Because now time has passed and indeed the two of them are working on something. I’m genuinely happy for my friend. It has put my nose out of joint tho.
So maybe it is my turn to be the possessive lesbian and I should go round finger fucking women like I was the aforementioned man? HA.
Actually I think it might have more to do with my absolute horror about getting forgotten about which stems from childhood favouritism, my parents not coming to a school party, my father missing my swimming tests, bullied at school etc etc. [a moment to cry folks and could have possibly deleted the whole paragraph] And something I definitely will not talk about here. Unless I’m totally drunk and wearing heels.
And speaking of being a lesbian – Max was apparently having a conversation with XXCENSOREDXX about how much I love cock. It is always a bit uncertain with Max when he has a glass of Rosé in his hand as to whether it is Tourette’s at that moment, or he had it while talking to XXCENSOREDXX, or was serious then or laughing now. Either way I found it funny. He teases me constantly about XXCENSOREDXX and how I should get with him. Personally Pippa and I think it is because Max’s wants to vicariously have sex with XXCENSOREDXX himself. The thing about loving cock – Mum if you are reading this – that is what MAX said not me.
And for the first time ever, I will reveal a XXCENSOREDXX by way of a photographic clue:
He is one of the men in this picture. And I am certain that he must find me so attractive sitting here in hot pink polka dot flannel pyjama bottoms, a Silas red t-shirt, and orange Ralph Lauren sweatshirt I cut into a cardigan, powder blue Falke socks and red Chanel flip flips eating banana muffins I cooked for dinner cause I had nothing else in the house whining about my life. So seriously Max’s match making would be worse for him than me.
Yeah I should go to bed. But before I do:
This is the part of myself I absolutely hate hate hate the most. Compared to everything – all parts of me inside and out. This is it. We can all see that I would make an excellent Christmas ham and where the surgeons knife should go or straw or whatever he would do to get rid of the grossness on the inner AND outer thighs.
Hello friend. We are back together again like we should be and I have no secrets from you.