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Has been an interesting week! Work has significantly improved-a sure sign of me not being stressed out with scary relationship, off the dope and not up ‘til 3am in huge fights. Still being worried about moderate but pressing debts, however, so am stuck in a kind of manic limbo-some of the time I’m insanely nuts and bouncing around and getting everyone laughing and the rest, I’m actually quite introvert and quiet and pretty much in my own little world.
Luckily, people are not seeing me as depressed, which is good, but I’m noticing that at times I’m well removed. Don’t like that.
However, turn up for the books-my mother, the insane woman who hates me, has offered to help me out with one of my debts. OK, it’s only the two hundred pound credit card, and I gotta pay her back, but the simple fact is my mother offered to help ! This is the woman who couldn’t wait to get rid of me, and who never, ever had a moments time for me the whole while I was growing up. In fact, since my dad died, I’ve felt quite the orphan.
Will wonders never cease…?
I think I am in serious need of medical attention. Friday night, came in from a bit of a piss-up. Now I’m 100% with it when I’m actually out drunk, but the second I get home, I’m terrible-I just basically crash out the second I sit down. So, I remember perfectly coming home, and getting in and then suddenly I’m on my bed in the morning, fully dressed.
So I roll over and agony sweeps my entire right side. I complete my roll and take in the spectacle that is my room. TV screen down on the floor, PC cracked open like an egg, DVD player across the room, video on the floor, DVDs and videos everywhere. Cue numerous non-sensical but puzzled sounding noises. I stagger out of bed and go to get out of clothes and catch sight of myself in the mirror as I do. Cue a further sequence of increasingly high-pitched puzzled noises as I take in the full extent of the bruises and ripping scars on the right side of my body.
Obvious conclusion is I came into my room and just collapsed onto my desk, taking everything out (most unusual for me, but a valid idea). Except my desk with all this stuff is directly to the left as you walk into my room while only my bed is on the right-and all my scars are on my right side. So unless I drunkenly tried to moonwalk in…?
Just one more mystery.
What else? Oh, have decided that, just when I think I am beginning to get a handle on the Ways of Woman, the Universe has noted such a foolish notion and sent me the proof am I still Uninitiated, in the form of notorious girl from work. Anybody out there think they can shed some light on this random behaviour, be my guest!
Saturday before last-we come back to mine after a night out, chat for a bit, and she says she thinks she might want us to just stay mates. Curses! But then cue over an hour of…ahem…fooling around and suchlike. But in the morning, she’s still thinking she may want the just friends thing.
Last Tuesday: She basically invites herself over to mine, and we snuggle up quite nicely on me bed and watch a film. Very nice, squeezey hugs and holding hands.
Last Friday: Invited me out with a load of her good friends, which she certainly never did before, and later apologises to me for “not paying me enough attention”, though she was catching up with her friends.
Saturday-all go out for works night out, and I’m purposely being a bit distant. She’s meant to stay with woman from work, but ends up coming back to mine again, and we stay up ‘til Stupid O’ Clock talking, then snuggle up to sleep. Was told by drunken lose-lipped people on night that apparently a)She’s quite happy the way things are between us (whichever way that is) and b)I’m, apparently, a very good kisser. Go me! :)
Figure that out, anybody? I mean, I know she’s had one or two bad relationships in the past, and a few people in work said she’s just a bit unsure and keep plugging away, but seriously! Right now, I don’t actually know how to act-don’t wanna seem cold, but similarly don’t wanna be too close, so am lost in indecision!
Oh, yes, last Tuesday. How fun was that? She comes over, we’re all nicely wrapped around each other on my bed watching the film, everything’s really nice and cozy and suddenly a flatmate knocks on the door-because the ex and her entire family are outside the flat with all my stuff to bring back.
ARGH!
Was all the verbal dancing I could do to get her dad to drop my stuff off in the hall, and keep the ex out of my room-she wanted to get her stuff. I predict a homicidal response at finding a rather lovely young girl sprawled out on my bed :-S Talk about the worst case of timing ever!
Still, you gotta laugh (as my flatmate was, bastard that he is!)
(SIDENOTE:I don’t think this entry is very interesting or is going to get any better. Am afraid this is just a bit of mental dribble-just textualising all the random crap in my head)
What else?
Am participating in a mini-coup in work, trying to position our candidate to take over the job of deputy (was her leaving party on Saturday). This may be successful, as he is boss’ good old friend. And, frankly, the only decent candidate for the job, both temperament and qualification wise!
Over the past few weeks, have had nothing but unadulterated praise from everyone in work. Started when me and what’s-her-name went out on a date-she was telling me how highly she thinks of me and the stuff she has heard people in work saying-some pretty heavy good stuff!
And, ever since then, I’ve either had people telling me to my face, or have overheard some really good stuff-I mean it’s hard not to be uncomfortable with some of it. So Yay, it seems I actually am a good guy! I did always wonder…
Am sure I would continue to babble inanely and pointlessly, but Blazing Saddles is about to start, and a good laugh does beckon!
These frequent infrequent updates have been brought to you courtesy of Dave deciding he’s not updating often enough and taking the time to write updates and home and take them into work to post on floppy disc
Luckily, people are not seeing me as depressed, which is good, but I’m noticing that at times I’m well removed. Don’t like that.
However, turn up for the books-my mother, the insane woman who hates me, has offered to help me out with one of my debts. OK, it’s only the two hundred pound credit card, and I gotta pay her back, but the simple fact is my mother offered to help ! This is the woman who couldn’t wait to get rid of me, and who never, ever had a moments time for me the whole while I was growing up. In fact, since my dad died, I’ve felt quite the orphan.
Will wonders never cease…?
I think I am in serious need of medical attention. Friday night, came in from a bit of a piss-up. Now I’m 100% with it when I’m actually out drunk, but the second I get home, I’m terrible-I just basically crash out the second I sit down. So, I remember perfectly coming home, and getting in and then suddenly I’m on my bed in the morning, fully dressed.
So I roll over and agony sweeps my entire right side. I complete my roll and take in the spectacle that is my room. TV screen down on the floor, PC cracked open like an egg, DVD player across the room, video on the floor, DVDs and videos everywhere. Cue numerous non-sensical but puzzled sounding noises. I stagger out of bed and go to get out of clothes and catch sight of myself in the mirror as I do. Cue a further sequence of increasingly high-pitched puzzled noises as I take in the full extent of the bruises and ripping scars on the right side of my body.
Obvious conclusion is I came into my room and just collapsed onto my desk, taking everything out (most unusual for me, but a valid idea). Except my desk with all this stuff is directly to the left as you walk into my room while only my bed is on the right-and all my scars are on my right side. So unless I drunkenly tried to moonwalk in…?
Just one more mystery.
What else? Oh, have decided that, just when I think I am beginning to get a handle on the Ways of Woman, the Universe has noted such a foolish notion and sent me the proof am I still Uninitiated, in the form of notorious girl from work. Anybody out there think they can shed some light on this random behaviour, be my guest!
Saturday before last-we come back to mine after a night out, chat for a bit, and she says she thinks she might want us to just stay mates. Curses! But then cue over an hour of…ahem…fooling around and suchlike. But in the morning, she’s still thinking she may want the just friends thing.
Last Tuesday: She basically invites herself over to mine, and we snuggle up quite nicely on me bed and watch a film. Very nice, squeezey hugs and holding hands.
Last Friday: Invited me out with a load of her good friends, which she certainly never did before, and later apologises to me for “not paying me enough attention”, though she was catching up with her friends.
Saturday-all go out for works night out, and I’m purposely being a bit distant. She’s meant to stay with woman from work, but ends up coming back to mine again, and we stay up ‘til Stupid O’ Clock talking, then snuggle up to sleep. Was told by drunken lose-lipped people on night that apparently a)She’s quite happy the way things are between us (whichever way that is) and b)I’m, apparently, a very good kisser. Go me! :)
Figure that out, anybody? I mean, I know she’s had one or two bad relationships in the past, and a few people in work said she’s just a bit unsure and keep plugging away, but seriously! Right now, I don’t actually know how to act-don’t wanna seem cold, but similarly don’t wanna be too close, so am lost in indecision!
Oh, yes, last Tuesday. How fun was that? She comes over, we’re all nicely wrapped around each other on my bed watching the film, everything’s really nice and cozy and suddenly a flatmate knocks on the door-because the ex and her entire family are outside the flat with all my stuff to bring back.
ARGH!
Was all the verbal dancing I could do to get her dad to drop my stuff off in the hall, and keep the ex out of my room-she wanted to get her stuff. I predict a homicidal response at finding a rather lovely young girl sprawled out on my bed :-S Talk about the worst case of timing ever!
Still, you gotta laugh (as my flatmate was, bastard that he is!)
(SIDENOTE:I don’t think this entry is very interesting or is going to get any better. Am afraid this is just a bit of mental dribble-just textualising all the random crap in my head)
What else?
Am participating in a mini-coup in work, trying to position our candidate to take over the job of deputy (was her leaving party on Saturday). This may be successful, as he is boss’ good old friend. And, frankly, the only decent candidate for the job, both temperament and qualification wise!
Over the past few weeks, have had nothing but unadulterated praise from everyone in work. Started when me and what’s-her-name went out on a date-she was telling me how highly she thinks of me and the stuff she has heard people in work saying-some pretty heavy good stuff!
And, ever since then, I’ve either had people telling me to my face, or have overheard some really good stuff-I mean it’s hard not to be uncomfortable with some of it. So Yay, it seems I actually am a good guy! I did always wonder…
Am sure I would continue to babble inanely and pointlessly, but Blazing Saddles is about to start, and a good laugh does beckon!
These frequent infrequent updates have been brought to you courtesy of Dave deciding he’s not updating often enough and taking the time to write updates and home and take them into work to post on floppy disc