So last night the Punchbowl Girl sits me down and says she wants to talk about us.
This sounds bad but instead of bursting into tears and screaming "no this isn't fair," I say. "Sure what's up."
She says that we've been having a lot of fun and she wants to know if I'm just hanging out with her or if I'd like her to be my girlfriend.
I tell her that I thought it was a given we were boyfriend and girlfriend especially after the whole spandex thing and she says no.
Then I say that I'd like her to be my girlfriend very much.
Then we kiss and it's all looking like it's going to be a happy ending until she tells me that she's off tomorrow for a week long holiday with her family.
Then I burst into tears (I don't really but it's funny because it refers to me doing something I thought I was going to do earlier but didn't do). I huffed a wee bit because the truth is I'm going to miss her while she's away.
I'm turning into a sappy boy. Oh dear.
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Thursday, 7 October 2010
Monday, 28 December 2009
Little My is Boring as Fuck
In work today Little My has been boasting like fuck all about what her boyfriend bought her for Christmas and more importantly how much it all cost and how she checked the price of it in the shops and her man isn't cheap. They've only been going out a few weeks so he might be an arsehole. Kissy Boy says he's definitely an arsehole, not just for the money he spent but for going out with Little My in the first place.
He asked her what did she buy him and Little My said that it was the man's place to splash the cash.
It'll all end in tears, hopefully hers.
She told a story all about how her man told some guy in a pub to "fuck aff" and it was some craic and how her and all her mates have some craic slagging the pish out of each other.
It sounds like a San and Tray appreciation society.
Little My's ma Big My sits in the bar and tells dickheads to shut up and she hit someone a dig in the face and it was all too much to listen to. I looked round to see that no one else was listening either.
As Little My finished her story no one laughed in the right place so she told it again, louder with more cursing.
No one laughed this time either.
She said, "there's something wrong with you folk, no one here's any craic."
I nearly bought some crack when we got out wages but I didn't want to tell anyone. There were fuck all calls coming in so I'm just waiting for Little My to shut up or the shift to end.
He asked her what did she buy him and Little My said that it was the man's place to splash the cash.
It'll all end in tears, hopefully hers.
She told a story all about how her man told some guy in a pub to "fuck aff" and it was some craic and how her and all her mates have some craic slagging the pish out of each other.
It sounds like a San and Tray appreciation society.
Little My's ma Big My sits in the bar and tells dickheads to shut up and she hit someone a dig in the face and it was all too much to listen to. I looked round to see that no one else was listening either.
As Little My finished her story no one laughed in the right place so she told it again, louder with more cursing.
No one laughed this time either.
She said, "there's something wrong with you folk, no one here's any craic."
I nearly bought some crack when we got out wages but I didn't want to tell anyone. There were fuck all calls coming in so I'm just waiting for Little My to shut up or the shift to end.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
An Invitation of Sorts
Today me and Fabian Wildman walked to Ormeau Park with Battle Cat, He said he really likes it here and it would be shit if they turned it into the national stadium and that they should put it somewhere else.
I asked him if he wanted it put elsewhere, he said he didn't care he just didn't want it there.
He told me that he thinks we need to talk. He said he thinks that I've been single for a while and that he thinks it's because of Hooka. I told him it wasn't.
He said that he knew that I really liked Hooka and that when she fucked off I just made some remark about how I was glad it was all out of the way and that maybe I was but that he was sure I just kept a lot of it inside and didn't let it out and that he thinks I should.
I said that wasn't true and that it was easy enough for him to say that because he was with Betty Blue and he could run around in his slinky zentai and get her to let him eat boiled eggs out of her pussy.
He said that he'd been with Betty Blue for a while now and that he was very happy with her but it could end, and if it did he'd be sad but he's aware that it's not set in stone and it's all about having the balls to give it a go.
I told him I did have balls and he took out a picture of Hermione Granger.
"You see this woman? This is Emma Watson who plays Hermione Granger. You could someday become her boyfriend..."
"Yeah right, like she'd look twice at me," I snorted.
"You could," he said. "Stranger things have happened. But you need to know that even if you did, you'd not be going out with Hermionne Granger. You can't. It can't be done. She only exists in the fictional world of J.K Rowling."
"And in the hearts of Potter fans everywhere," I said triumphantly.
"The point I'm trying to make is you need to start fancying real women. Not fantasy girls who only exist on TV or in books."
"What about Hot Baby Roy?" I said.
"I've had this chat with him last night. But forget about him, do you see what I'm saying?"
"I suppose," I said.
"Because if you do then Betty Blue is having a party at hers tonight with her arty pals, you might meet someone you like there, but not if you're going looking for Hermione Granger."
"I don't want some wierdo who drinks paint and tries to shit international blue either," I mumbled. We'll see how it goes.
I asked him if he wanted it put elsewhere, he said he didn't care he just didn't want it there.
He told me that he thinks we need to talk. He said he thinks that I've been single for a while and that he thinks it's because of Hooka. I told him it wasn't.
He said that he knew that I really liked Hooka and that when she fucked off I just made some remark about how I was glad it was all out of the way and that maybe I was but that he was sure I just kept a lot of it inside and didn't let it out and that he thinks I should.
I said that wasn't true and that it was easy enough for him to say that because he was with Betty Blue and he could run around in his slinky zentai and get her to let him eat boiled eggs out of her pussy.
He said that he'd been with Betty Blue for a while now and that he was very happy with her but it could end, and if it did he'd be sad but he's aware that it's not set in stone and it's all about having the balls to give it a go.
I told him I did have balls and he took out a picture of Hermione Granger.
"You see this woman? This is Emma Watson who plays Hermione Granger. You could someday become her boyfriend..."
"Yeah right, like she'd look twice at me," I snorted.
"You could," he said. "Stranger things have happened. But you need to know that even if you did, you'd not be going out with Hermionne Granger. You can't. It can't be done. She only exists in the fictional world of J.K Rowling."
"And in the hearts of Potter fans everywhere," I said triumphantly.
"The point I'm trying to make is you need to start fancying real women. Not fantasy girls who only exist on TV or in books."
"What about Hot Baby Roy?" I said.
"I've had this chat with him last night. But forget about him, do you see what I'm saying?"
"I suppose," I said.
"Because if you do then Betty Blue is having a party at hers tonight with her arty pals, you might meet someone you like there, but not if you're going looking for Hermione Granger."
"I don't want some wierdo who drinks paint and tries to shit international blue either," I mumbled. We'll see how it goes.
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