I Want To Play A Game...
"Why don't you tell me something I don't know, you stupid (c)un(t)..."
Why the title and quote? Ah cause I finally got Sophi to watch Saw 3 without her looking away. Okay she did but she ultimately watched all the details. We both writhed and squealed and hissed together. For some reason it got worse when you're quite close to a large screen :D
I really enjoyed today. Even though it's somewhat a secret thing. That's the sucky part but I know I'm fully to blame so it's all (well not) good. We all learn from our mistakes. And I learnt there's no escape from her. And hell I wouldn't want to.
As a minor departure from the happiness or whatever, I really do wonder why two people still count me as a friend on here. I'd sooner have less people lost on here as my friends than have two people I don't care for. What? Are they expecting me to write some big bitchy rant about them? Is that what they'd like? Ha! I could say plenty of nasty things about them if I so desired but hell whats the point? Talking about them would be wasting just as much time as if they were still associated with them. So no, in fact all I've put is how it's affected ME. As this is what this journal is about: ME and MY feelings. I'm too old to be bitching and if they had listened to me at all they would have known I've evolved past jealousy and obsession and worrying. But I guess they were more interested in themselves. I know that I'm in the right. I know I did the right thing. Hell, I got support from my MOTHER. That's right. Nothing that you can say [OR WRITE] will make any difference. I'm stubborn. And you're irrelevant. Go figure. Sure I could have done it with a lot more style and panache. But when I'm worn down to the bone with certain feelings, how I appear won't be flooding into my mind. So hey, move on. I have. And I'm a lot better off than I have EVER been. So let's forget about each other. As we agreed. Let it go.
Back to the good stuff. I played Sophi some more Fanta 4 tunes and showed her some vids and a mutual agreement that all Germans should take part in some sort of dance routine at least once a day. And me skagbucket has fallen for the smiley charms of a certain Smudo (SMUDO SMU-DO-OH-OH!) and indulged in how our rabbit can pleasure himself. We're easily impressed what can we say?
Saw 3 as I said seemed ten times more enjoyable for some reason and we both became obsessed with a certain phrase that Amada spoke so therefore repeated it. Repeatedly. As is the way with repetition.
Ah it felt good to have her back, we talked a little over recent events and backto our random crap. It just felt right. I was really worried that it was just me that couldn't make the conversations work earlier in the holidays with people. But with Sophi it just flowed. As it had always been back in the good days. It's not me after all :D Or maybe she just pulls it out of me :P
Anyways I apologise in advance for my rather...whats the word?...less than pleasant interlude in the entry but it had to be said. Otherwise - fanta day :)
Ende.
Why the title and quote? Ah cause I finally got Sophi to watch Saw 3 without her looking away. Okay she did but she ultimately watched all the details. We both writhed and squealed and hissed together. For some reason it got worse when you're quite close to a large screen :D
I really enjoyed today. Even though it's somewhat a secret thing. That's the sucky part but I know I'm fully to blame so it's all (well not) good. We all learn from our mistakes. And I learnt there's no escape from her. And hell I wouldn't want to.
As a minor departure from the happiness or whatever, I really do wonder why two people still count me as a friend on here. I'd sooner have less people lost on here as my friends than have two people I don't care for. What? Are they expecting me to write some big bitchy rant about them? Is that what they'd like? Ha! I could say plenty of nasty things about them if I so desired but hell whats the point? Talking about them would be wasting just as much time as if they were still associated with them. So no, in fact all I've put is how it's affected ME. As this is what this journal is about: ME and MY feelings. I'm too old to be bitching and if they had listened to me at all they would have known I've evolved past jealousy and obsession and worrying. But I guess they were more interested in themselves. I know that I'm in the right. I know I did the right thing. Hell, I got support from my MOTHER. That's right. Nothing that you can say [OR WRITE] will make any difference. I'm stubborn. And you're irrelevant. Go figure. Sure I could have done it with a lot more style and panache. But when I'm worn down to the bone with certain feelings, how I appear won't be flooding into my mind. So hey, move on. I have. And I'm a lot better off than I have EVER been. So let's forget about each other. As we agreed. Let it go.
Back to the good stuff. I played Sophi some more Fanta 4 tunes and showed her some vids and a mutual agreement that all Germans should take part in some sort of dance routine at least once a day. And me skagbucket has fallen for the smiley charms of a certain Smudo (SMUDO SMU-DO-OH-OH!) and indulged in how our rabbit can pleasure himself. We're easily impressed what can we say?
Saw 3 as I said seemed ten times more enjoyable for some reason and we both became obsessed with a certain phrase that Amada spoke so therefore repeated it. Repeatedly. As is the way with repetition.
Ah it felt good to have her back, we talked a little over recent events and backto our random crap. It just felt right. I was really worried that it was just me that couldn't make the conversations work earlier in the holidays with people. But with Sophi it just flowed. As it had always been back in the good days. It's not me after all :D Or maybe she just pulls it out of me :P
Anyways I apologise in advance for my rather...whats the word?...less than pleasant interlude in the entry but it had to be said. Otherwise - fanta day :)
Ende.