Sunday nights are becomming a [bad] habbit.
had tgo come home early, got to catch flight to somewhere in med at 9pm tomo........a lot more drunk than should be right now....why do i feel need to post wgen blocked????!!!!!
wwoooo sun, sea, sand and....well...no sex as chicken soup boy is being a darling now (date yesterday went well) sooooonnnnn!!! sooooo excited!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg i apologhise.....will try and make sense tomorrow (well, technically later today!).
love you allll!!!
(email me more!!!!))
Monday, 11 February 2008
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Pancakes, pancakes and BLEUGH more pancakes!
Yes....we made (and ate) far too many pancakes today!!
It started innocent enough; one bowl = one lot of batter with two pans to make them in. (and YES we made our own battter!)
The problem started when that batter looked too thick and someone wanted thin ones, so another batch was made...then they were too runny so another lot was made.
Who the fuck are we?? Goldielocks'?!?!?
So yeah, four batches of pancake batter, three deep fried mars bars and ffaaarrrrr too much chocolate syrup later I feel a lil bit queasy to say the least!
I also have half a lb of flour in my hair!!
On the chicken soup boy front, I spoke to him last night and apparently his phone is on the fritz (to be fair it was when he was here...the screen is fucked but it rings fine!!) and thats why he didnt reply to txts and he was working so couldnt answer....apparently nothing is wrong....
I'm not so sure, and to be honest, I am properly upset because I did really like him and did have a great time with him. Both the naughty and not-so-naughty kind.
Guess he didn't?
It started innocent enough; one bowl = one lot of batter with two pans to make them in. (and YES we made our own battter!)
The problem started when that batter looked too thick and someone wanted thin ones, so another batch was made...then they were too runny so another lot was made.
Who the fuck are we?? Goldielocks'?!?!?
So yeah, four batches of pancake batter, three deep fried mars bars and ffaaarrrrr too much chocolate syrup later I feel a lil bit queasy to say the least!
I also have half a lb of flour in my hair!!
On the chicken soup boy front, I spoke to him last night and apparently his phone is on the fritz (to be fair it was when he was here...the screen is fucked but it rings fine!!) and thats why he didnt reply to txts and he was working so couldnt answer....apparently nothing is wrong....
I'm not so sure, and to be honest, I am properly upset because I did really like him and did have a great time with him. Both the naughty and not-so-naughty kind.
Guess he didn't?
Monday, 4 February 2008
I hate being a girl
It really is unfair to be born a female you know.
I mean, yes we have boobs and, yes, we have to ability to have multiple orgasm and, of course, many of us have an innate ability to manipulate men to do our bidding, but after that...well it's pretty shite.
And I'm not going to go on some feminist power trip or talk about periods and giving birth here.
Nah, I'm talking emotional shite.
You see, the thing is, there is a rule in society that says women cannot have sex without emotional attachment.
This is...bollocks.
Well, not entirely, as I do know a couple of girls that would never have sex with a bloke unless they felt an emotional connection, but that doesn't mean they are incapable of the act. And I definitely know a good majority of my friends (including myself) that are perfectly capable of having it off with a bloke simply for sexual gratification with no other alternative motives or feelings.
The problem isn't forming an emotional attachment after any random sexual encounter, but rather dealing with those emotions that appear to be much deeper than a blokes' (in general) once you do find someone you want to form said feelings for...and how do we get rid of those feelings? I personally believe that being a girl dooms us to feeling horrible, horrible, sickening feelings once we (and I hate this phrase) 'fall for a bloke'.
Well, no, that isn't strictly true. The "ooh I really like him and he likes me so this is going to be fun with lots of sex and cuddles" sort of emotions and feelings are great. Its when you start getting negative thoughts because of those that, things go in the shitter. The "how comes he didn't want to see me? Is he going off me, have I done something....am I fat?!?!?" thoughts.
Yes I'm having a neurotic attack at the moment and need to vent.
You see I've been casually seeing a guy for the past couple of weeks (chicken soup boy) and we decided that we're going to make it more than casual just over a week ago. We've spent a few days and nights together since and as far as I know everything is(was) hunky dorey. But I got a text from him on Saturday night asking where I was, I replied that I was with a close girlfriend of mine (which I was) but would call him later if he wanted.
No reply.
I called.
No answer.
Fine, no problem he's probably out with his boys and didn't hear his phone, or he's in bed (it was about half 12 when I called) as he's been working loads this week.
So on Sunday, on my way home from my mates I called him again.
No answer.
hmmm...now it is strange as we usually spend most of Sundays together or on the phone. Didn't really bother me though so left it a few hours, sent him a txt to say I was home and that he could come round if he wanted as the rest of the girls were out and we could be alone (for once! ha!).
No reply.
No phone call.
Now its 5pm on Monday and
still
no
contact.
I'm not a happy Kitty, I know I'm being neurotic, but, like I said: tis the women's curse.
There is a strong possibility he has no credit...but then why doesn't he answer?
Grrr, I'm not obsessive I swear, just....a little peeved.
And suffering stomach cramps and nasty mood swings due to a stupid, annoying, titwrenchingly twat of a period.
I hate being a girl.
I mean, yes we have boobs and, yes, we have to ability to have multiple orgasm and, of course, many of us have an innate ability to manipulate men to do our bidding, but after that...well it's pretty shite.
And I'm not going to go on some feminist power trip or talk about periods and giving birth here.
Nah, I'm talking emotional shite.
You see, the thing is, there is a rule in society that says women cannot have sex without emotional attachment.
This is...bollocks.
Well, not entirely, as I do know a couple of girls that would never have sex with a bloke unless they felt an emotional connection, but that doesn't mean they are incapable of the act. And I definitely know a good majority of my friends (including myself) that are perfectly capable of having it off with a bloke simply for sexual gratification with no other alternative motives or feelings.
The problem isn't forming an emotional attachment after any random sexual encounter, but rather dealing with those emotions that appear to be much deeper than a blokes' (in general) once you do find someone you want to form said feelings for...and how do we get rid of those feelings? I personally believe that being a girl dooms us to feeling horrible, horrible, sickening feelings once we (and I hate this phrase) 'fall for a bloke'.
Well, no, that isn't strictly true. The "ooh I really like him and he likes me so this is going to be fun with lots of sex and cuddles" sort of emotions and feelings are great. Its when you start getting negative thoughts because of those that, things go in the shitter. The "how comes he didn't want to see me? Is he going off me, have I done something....am I fat?!?!?" thoughts.
Yes I'm having a neurotic attack at the moment and need to vent.
You see I've been casually seeing a guy for the past couple of weeks (chicken soup boy) and we decided that we're going to make it more than casual just over a week ago. We've spent a few days and nights together since and as far as I know everything is(was) hunky dorey. But I got a text from him on Saturday night asking where I was, I replied that I was with a close girlfriend of mine (which I was) but would call him later if he wanted.
No reply.
I called.
No answer.
Fine, no problem he's probably out with his boys and didn't hear his phone, or he's in bed (it was about half 12 when I called) as he's been working loads this week.
So on Sunday, on my way home from my mates I called him again.
No answer.
hmmm...now it is strange as we usually spend most of Sundays together or on the phone. Didn't really bother me though so left it a few hours, sent him a txt to say I was home and that he could come round if he wanted as the rest of the girls were out and we could be alone (for once! ha!).
No reply.
No phone call.
Now its 5pm on Monday and
still
no
contact.
I'm not a happy Kitty, I know I'm being neurotic, but, like I said: tis the women's curse.
There is a strong possibility he has no credit...but then why doesn't he answer?
Grrr, I'm not obsessive I swear, just....a little peeved.
And suffering stomach cramps and nasty mood swings due to a stupid, annoying, titwrenchingly twat of a period.
I hate being a girl.
Friday, 1 February 2008
Student behaviour (number 2 in a series)
Students don't really go out on Friday nights.
Or Saturday nights.
But we can be found stumbing home at 4am from Monday (or Sunday) to Thursday any given week of the year.
Weekends are stupidly expensive, for example:
Thursday night at Garlands...£4. Saturday night at Garlands...£10...that's entry before you even THINK about buying a drink.
Sunday-thurs at Lloyds...all bottles £1.60. Friday & Saturday....I can't bring myself to type the price it's so horrific!!
And so, if you want a good student free night, start getting ready now and YOU can pay those stupid prices while we get absolutely trashed for £20 on Monday!!!
Or Saturday nights.
But we can be found stumbing home at 4am from Monday (or Sunday) to Thursday any given week of the year.
Weekends are stupidly expensive, for example:
Thursday night at Garlands...£4. Saturday night at Garlands...£10...that's entry before you even THINK about buying a drink.
Sunday-thurs at Lloyds...all bottles £1.60. Friday & Saturday....I can't bring myself to type the price it's so horrific!!
And so, if you want a good student free night, start getting ready now and YOU can pay those stupid prices while we get absolutely trashed for £20 on Monday!!!
Monday, 28 January 2008
Who woulda thought
Sundays could be sich a good night out!!
i apologise for poor spelling, grammer and punctuation as it is, half 6 in the morning and I am just about to get into bed, the only reason I'm on my laptop being a very important order I need ot make before 12today....I plan to be alseep then so doing it now!!
my God it is a silly hour isn't it? We decided to go out for 'just the one' drink at about half 8 tonight...we ended up moving from Llloyds to O'neils to somewhere else that happened to be open at midnight on a Sunday (all I remember is paying £4 in!) and then calling booze 24 when we got in at 2....it was a good first night out after being ill!!
I need sleep now.
OK I apologise for the randomness of this as well as the poor English!
I blame being a student!!
i apologise for poor spelling, grammer and punctuation as it is, half 6 in the morning and I am just about to get into bed, the only reason I'm on my laptop being a very important order I need ot make before 12today....I plan to be alseep then so doing it now!!
my God it is a silly hour isn't it? We decided to go out for 'just the one' drink at about half 8 tonight...we ended up moving from Llloyds to O'neils to somewhere else that happened to be open at midnight on a Sunday (all I remember is paying £4 in!) and then calling booze 24 when we got in at 2....it was a good first night out after being ill!!
I need sleep now.
OK I apologise for the randomness of this as well as the poor English!
I blame being a student!!
Saturday, 26 January 2008
Sniffle sniffle, cough cough
So the cold is now beginning to retreat, but I still feel like death warmed up.
I know i look it, I scared myself a little when I looked in the mirror this morning. How the guy that I woke up next to didn't run away screaming I have no idea.
No, I haven't been out on the pull while sneezing blue wkd everywhere...I pulled a guy the other night (thinking nothing of it really) and we've been chatting and txting and meeting up during uni for the past week or so. I told him I was snuffly and snotty the other day and he actually offered to come round and make me cuppa soups and tea.
Obvioulsy, I screamed noooooooooooo down the phone to him! I can't have someone who I actually fancy seeing me at my worst before he sees me at my best can I?? (best being ready for a night out but not drunk yet!!) But insist he did, and on Thursday afternoon he calls to say he's at the security door to my building and needs letting in cos it is, quite frankly, brass monkey weather outside.
I toddled outside wearing my scouse trackie to let him in, trying my hardest to not need a tissue before we got back to my room (I managed NOT to sneeze on him all the way to the flat yay!). He gave me a big cuddle, handed me a box of chicken cuppa soup and held my hand on the way upstairs.
He left midday today...we didn't had sex (eeewww that just wouldn't have been nice) but we spent a looooong time cuddling and kissing, he's coming back in a couple of days when I'll hopefully look a bit better and be less likely to make him as snotty as I've been! Bless him, he even went and got milk yesterday while I was still in bed!
You know...I really do quite like this guy...
I know i look it, I scared myself a little when I looked in the mirror this morning. How the guy that I woke up next to didn't run away screaming I have no idea.
No, I haven't been out on the pull while sneezing blue wkd everywhere...I pulled a guy the other night (thinking nothing of it really) and we've been chatting and txting and meeting up during uni for the past week or so. I told him I was snuffly and snotty the other day and he actually offered to come round and make me cuppa soups and tea.
Obvioulsy, I screamed noooooooooooo down the phone to him! I can't have someone who I actually fancy seeing me at my worst before he sees me at my best can I?? (best being ready for a night out but not drunk yet!!) But insist he did, and on Thursday afternoon he calls to say he's at the security door to my building and needs letting in cos it is, quite frankly, brass monkey weather outside.
I toddled outside wearing my scouse trackie to let him in, trying my hardest to not need a tissue before we got back to my room (I managed NOT to sneeze on him all the way to the flat yay!). He gave me a big cuddle, handed me a box of chicken cuppa soup and held my hand on the way upstairs.
He left midday today...we didn't had sex (eeewww that just wouldn't have been nice) but we spent a looooong time cuddling and kissing, he's coming back in a couple of days when I'll hopefully look a bit better and be less likely to make him as snotty as I've been! Bless him, he even went and got milk yesterday while I was still in bed!
You know...I really do quite like this guy...
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Mental note
Mental note to self...
When body is less ill, must sort out a profile picture.
Suggestions are welcome.
When body is less ill, must sort out a profile picture.
Suggestions are welcome.
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