So Thats Not A Good Sign Right

My 'friend', the recipient of the valentines day card? Has totally disappeared off the face of the earth. Ok, not the whole earth, just my lil view of it. What the?

I texted Jayne yesterday, I says, its half two and not a word from HIM, hes so dropped. She says thats appalling and yes, dropped is what he should be. Half an hour after that I got a text saying, ,thanks for my card. Then at half five he gets on msn and says, did you get my ecard? I says no. We natter away a bit, I says, did you like your card, I shopped ever so hard for it. He says, its very nice. WE natter away some more. There was a rather intimate conversation had, which I wont go into details over, but lets just say this.....I have a feeling that buddhist bastard isnt the only person who is intimidated by my sexuality. Cos HIM suddenly had to go to bed for an early night and hasnt been seen since. Thats on top of the brush off I got yesterday, and the practically no show of the days before.

He is so dropped. Although, Ive never been very clever when it comes to men, perhaps I am so dropped?

And I wonder why my ever so hot friend of 18 years ago cant help but hear this song and think of me.

The days and nights you sit around wondering
where canShe be
Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere
But you fail to see
All the hurt inside, the wounded pride
Ooh what she went through for you
You cheated and lied, as her love slowly died
And her heart just broke in two
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and shes gone
And now its over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell do fine on her own
What you thought was a game
A game you were winning
Wouldnt go your way
Now youve lost what you had
And your back to the beginning
Its the price you have to pay
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and shes gone
And now its over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell get by on her own
She hides the pain
But her heart turns to stone
No time for pity
When her heart turns to stone
She cries sometimes
As her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell get by on her own
Yeah its over
And her heart turns to stone
Dont look for pity now
When her heart turns to stone
Listen to her cry
Listen to her cry
Shes a woman now
Ooh its a sad thing to see
To see a heart turn to stone
The heart of a woman
A heart turned to stone


Holy fuck, Im not that scary am I? Why is it then, that men, and I use that term ever so fucking loosely, keep telling me that my sexuality is almost overwhelming?

You know what? I would say, fuck em, but apparently, me fucking them is just too damn much for them.

Thought for the day? FUCK