I won’t be looking him in the mouth, unless I am actually looking in his mouth because SERIOUSLY how many guys can you have a midnight conversation with about “which girl from Booty Luv do you want to be?” and then have them reply “well they change who is at the wheel so it doesn’t really matter.”?
Lately I have been pursuing the companionship of men via online dating sites in the hope that I meet someone a bit older, with a job, their own flat etc. In the gag reflex inducing sea of “cuddles on the sofa”, “red wine”, “a mean pasta”, “DVD’s” and “getting away for the weekend” I have found a few of the right kind of weirdos who may or may not be stabbers, but have least picked up the cheque.
One poor guy who actually works with a girl I know. I confided in her, she got drunk, told a colleague of theirs and the guy apparently got a ribbing at work about it. I wasn’t pleased. And quite embarrassing to be actually blocked from contacting this guy ever again… He must have been thrilled.
Another guy was very nice, told me he was looking forward to the next meeting because he had such a great time, wanted to meet my cat, big smiles, big kiss etc etc. Then what I call the malediction of the British – a text message a little while later saying “Cards on the table I felt no romance…” Ladies and gents, why not just say that to my face instead of acting otherwise? I really curse the British for the “nice to the face, grimace in the cuff.” You don’t know you do it and I fall for it every time.
Another guy is actually a transvestite, no date but funny chats. He’s great but too young for me and I’m not old enough to be a cougar yet.
At least I don’t feel totally invisible. But at the end of today, I just melted into the sofa watching Law and Order Criminal Intent with the super hot Jewish detective never wanting to step foot outside of my house again and happier in my $9.50 K-mart grey marle old man tracky dacks and a grey Chesty Bond vest.
I asked my niece today how many Barbie dolls she has and she said she doesn’t know cause she has so many and she even has more now cause she is taking the old ones of my sister and I back to Devonport with her and she is asking Santa for another one. I feel a bit sad if she is taking the ballerina Barbie of mine that had the crown on her head and the biro moustache because it is kind of assumed in my family due to a medical condition of mine that I will never have a family of my own. It is just an assumption everyone makes but not strictly true. It makes me feel quite barren never the less.
I really want to tell you all about a lunch date today. It was another catalogue of minor disasters which seem to be par for the course here.
PICTURE REMOVED BY REQUEST. But thanks to him not thinking it through properly, all my friends would have checked out what I wrote about him already and seen the picture and wondered what the fuss is about. Oh well. That part, via Facebook, was his own doing.
Then I went out for dinner with a number one buddy [or at least in the top few or at least top dozen.]
Tomorrow is the last day of work before Christmas and it is just a half day. I’m gonna to wear jeans and a Bottega Venetta sweater. Then I will come home and write a blog about my trivial life and incredible fashion sense.
Speaking of which – I did a mini fashion shoot for my blog the other night because it is clear I don’t buy enough American Apparel and Primark stuff. MY FASHION SHOOT – December 2008 “YELLOW”
LA COMPILE QUE T’AURAIS DU OFFRIR À LA MEUF DONT T’ES AMOUREUX EN SECRET
So I got asked to offer my opinion on this matter for the French Vice – what song a guy should send me if he was secretly in love with me but never told me – and you can read the whole thing here.
Del Shannon – Runaway Emma Lektrogirl : ” J’ai entendu cette chanson pour la première fois alors que j’étais encore petite fille, et elle a provoqué des trucs qui s’appelaient “le désir”, “la luxure” et “un chagrin d’amour”. C’était la première fois que je ressentais ces émotions d’adultes, et ça m’a donné envie de briser des coeurs à mon tour – tellement fort que ma victime se saisirait de sa guitare pour chanter des trucs sur moi. Si quelqu’un m’envoyait cette chanson, je saurais qu’il m’appartient à la vie à la mort. Maintenant que je me relis, je ne sais pas vraiment si c’est très correct de vous raconter l’histoire d’une petite fille qui a commencé à mouiller à l’âge de 6 ans… Alors du coup, je vais plutôt choisir ce morceau là :
Kap Bambino – New Breath Envoyez lui cette chanson si vous voulez la baiser parce qu’elle vous fait vous sentir vivant. Avec Kap Bambino, vous lui faîtes savoir qu’après ça, votre vie ne sera plus jamais la même.
Other contributors offered: Foo Fighters – Walking after you, Elton John – This Is Your Song, R.Kelly – You Remind Me Of My Jeep, Motörhead & Girlschool – Please Don’t Touch, Frank Sinatra – My Funny Valentine, X-RAY SPEX – Germ Free Adolescent, The Moldy Peaches – Anyone Else But You, Ride – Drive Blind, 10cc – The things we do for love.
I’ve left you for a while and now I’m here I am too tired to write anything.
Half a bottle of Miller’s Gin gone by my own doing having shared it first with Nathaniel and continuing with a midnight booty call**. I tell you – the only thing that gave me a headache was the alcoholic ‘chinotto’ that the Cardinal and I concocted while painting her kitchen over the weekend.
While I slept it off, on and off, through out the day, I dreamt of these sweet treats that C-Dogg had cooked.
And who knows – another My Love Life picture…
Watched episode 7 of Season 9 CSI tonight. The stupid miniature killers witch was in it again, there was a really shit sideline story with Nick Stokes and Hodges working together – MAKING BUDDIES – I suppose now that Warrick Brown is no longer with us, and another pathetic story with Jim Brass and some twat avenging her father’s death. What I really wanted to know is DID LADY HEATHER and GRISSOM FUCK THE SNOT OUT OF EACH OTHER AT THE END OF EPISODE 5??!! I wonder if they have sex, would Lady Heather let him cum inside of her. Or even cum at all? I’m sorry Sarah Sidle to even bring these questions to light but I never liked your posture.
I don’t know how fucking depressing it is to have to realise that something someone promised you they would do FOR TWO YEARS is never going to materialise and you have to do it yourself, even though you knew all along they were never going to do it and you would have to end up doing it yourself like every fucking thing you ever had to do the whole time you were with them.
FUCKING HELL!!! WHY IS IT WHEN I THINK LIFE IS TOTALLY LOST AND OVER I FIND SOMETHING ON YOUTUBE THAT MAKES ME THANK THE LORD FOR AMATEUR VIDEO PRODUCTIONS WITH AN EYE ON PROFESSIONALISM?!!
Hi XXCESNOREDXX A pleasure to look at your lovely picture and your nice profile.I must say australian princess, u sound so easy going and u write crisp and short.I am quite new to the site,infact it was yesterday,that i subscribed and got a full membership,so this is definately not the best mail you have recieved so far………..BUT,its from a very genuine man.I am a medical doctor by profession,and work in east london with the NHS.A horse rider and swimmer(not at the same time) on most sundays,although i do enjoy walks in the parks,exhibitions,cinemas,bars & restuarants,and all the normal things,like chocolates and cats.(and do not wear pointy shoes)..lol.Am very romantic at heart,so not shy to show the feelings(holding hands/hugs/kisses).Witty with lots of jokes for every moment,but an intelligent conversation equally stimulates my brain cells. Am kind,down to earth and very genuine.Please write back,and be in touch if u fancy.Kind regards,K******d
For a Doctor, he’s has bad spelling. But then I guess that is what you get when you post a profile on dating website. This guy is not hot which is a shame or I would def email him back so we could not be shy to show each other our feeling (holding hands/hugs/kisses). I have been talking to a guy in a gorilla suit though which is going much better.