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I hate my house. Everything stinks of either chocolate or coffee, thanks to Mummy's great idea to, instead of giving me money I need, spending £60 on candles that make everything smell of sweet stuff. It's not like i'd even mind, if it smelt of real chocolate, but it doesn't. It smells of fake, plastic chocolate.
I hate my life. I want everything to just work out to my advantage before i piss off to York. I just want my life to be the dream i've had nearly every night for the past, well, forever. I want my dream to be real.
I hate everything at the minute. Everything except my trainer at work. He's 27, so technically 8 years older than me, and not that good looking, and a bit fat. But he is one of the most hilarious people I have ever seen in my life! He just makes me giggle all day. And the first thing he said to me this morning was 'you've got the cheekiest little face i've ever seen'. If that isn't a come on, I don't really know what is. He was looking at me all day too. There's 24 in my training group, and he looked constantly at me all day. and when I left, he winked at me when he said bye.
Grrrr! Why the fuck isn't my life simple? Why does EastEnders style shit always have to happen to me? Turning straight men, having an office romance, etc etc. Serious though, i'm fucking sick of having an exciting life, because it's exciting in the wrong way. And I always seem to be the one let down.
Anyway, rant over, I feel tres better now. It's good I have this to complain to. Who'd have thought it? The internet is my friend, who knows all my deepest darkest secrets and advises me on life (sometimes). I'm such a frigging geek!
I'm feeling fucking good now. Well, not fucking good. But silly. I feel like a silly little person who wants to be silly. So wiggle your ass and wiggle your willy, come on guys, lets get silly!
Jimmms x
I hate my life. I want everything to just work out to my advantage before i piss off to York. I just want my life to be the dream i've had nearly every night for the past, well, forever. I want my dream to be real.
I hate everything at the minute. Everything except my trainer at work. He's 27, so technically 8 years older than me, and not that good looking, and a bit fat. But he is one of the most hilarious people I have ever seen in my life! He just makes me giggle all day. And the first thing he said to me this morning was 'you've got the cheekiest little face i've ever seen'. If that isn't a come on, I don't really know what is. He was looking at me all day too. There's 24 in my training group, and he looked constantly at me all day. and when I left, he winked at me when he said bye.
Grrrr! Why the fuck isn't my life simple? Why does EastEnders style shit always have to happen to me? Turning straight men, having an office romance, etc etc. Serious though, i'm fucking sick of having an exciting life, because it's exciting in the wrong way. And I always seem to be the one let down.
Anyway, rant over, I feel tres better now. It's good I have this to complain to. Who'd have thought it? The internet is my friend, who knows all my deepest darkest secrets and advises me on life (sometimes). I'm such a frigging geek!
I'm feeling fucking good now. Well, not fucking good. But silly. I feel like a silly little person who wants to be silly. So wiggle your ass and wiggle your willy, come on guys, lets get silly!
Jimmms x