So I am pulling a lot of the stuff I have posted in various places together in this one place. This is from OpenDiary dated 20th April 2009. You can find me at 20619T on OpenDiary. I won't even update there again.
Purely and simply I have had a bad day and am going to list my issue with the world RIGHT THIS MINUTE in a non-sweary manner cause I still have not figured out what I can and cannot say. I am assuming ranting at absolutly no one will help me actually sleep.
So... I hate...
Aberdeen City Council. Not going to dwell on this, its just kicked off and im tyring to ignore it but basically I can now no longer afford to actually live because expected to pay £170 a month on council tax. I.e. water. Oh and bin collections. Thieving... thieving... prats. I think we will settle with.
Impolite people. If i (even when drunk) manage to find some courage to ask a fairly hot and very amusing guy for his number to take him out for a drink and he says sure and gives me the right number and then spends the next 2 hours telling me nice and 'good' he thinks I am that when I text him the following day its polite to atcually do what you said you would and reply. After dissecting this one down i have worked out that it really isnt the fact he is hot and sweet and etc and isn't texting me back, its more the "and your alright if i text you tomorrow?" "Yeah sure, I will look forward to it" exchange. Lying prattish men. Rapidly going off them
Work. hate it. Going to try and find a new job on wed.
Having the ability to convince my aunt who I have know for my entire life that everything is fine with my life and there is no problems when I think we all know that is a blatent lie. Sometimes I really wish that I was not such a terrible human being. Well, thats a bit extream, but sometimes I wish I didn't have the ability to hide my emotions quite as well as I do these days. Except when under the influence of a trumendous wuantity of alcohol
Being an alcoholic. Well, im not really but spending £50 or so on vodka for a night and not being quite as tanked as you would expect is rather expensive habit.
Blogs where i rant for ages because I start with two points and end up with milllions
Waiting for Dr Who.
Straight men/friends who do not understand how DAMN Infuriating it is winding me up. Especially that one...
Not being able to blast Mudvayne at the absolute total loudest setting I have available to me because other people live near me and I am too nice
Men
[Ok, gay men, and some straight ones]
People who rub it in when I have been swearing on facebook all day about my council tax by saying things like: "My council tax went DOWN by half this year"
Not having someone I can shout abuse at because I'm angry with everyone and having them humour me rather than walking off.
Not having someone I can spoil
Not having someone to hug...
Not having someone. I guess. Hmm, thats a bit pathetic
Being pathetic
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Though, in the interest of balance... I love
NINE INCH NAILS
MEATLOAF
MY CAR
MY SUNGLASSES
SUN
SHINY SUN SUN SUN!
Still being an optimist by ignoring everything.
My friends who look after me because they know I am only going home to drink...
The concept of tomorrow... because it damn well cant be as bad as today.
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That was exciting... gonna try to sleep now
T x
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