TCH round 18

Token Chinese Housemate is in kitchen, as am I.

I am cooking, she has head in fridge.

Door bell goes.

Neither of us move - I know it's not for me, and there is no blue moon so the postman is a no no.

The door bell rings again....

.... and again.,..

"Oh for fucks sake, I'll get it then shall I?" (is what I thought)

I walk into the breakfast bar on the way out to the door.

Bruise the size of orange appearing.

Round 18 to China.

(and yes, it WAS her friends)

Beans

As I am dyslexic I get an hour a week with a study skills person who will check over my work, offer advice etc. I see my NiceLady every Wednesday.

Today we spoke of no work. projects or dissertations. Turns out NiceLady was a counsellor.

I know it's selfish, but it was so nice to spend the whole hour talking about me, what I think and how I feel. Not many people seem to ask me how I am... I'm normally the one people off load upon.

I don't think she holds a very high opinion of Jon... but she did mention that the first time she met her husband he gave her Gonorrhea. Tasty.

Why I am a Crunchie

(blonde in the middle, brown on the outside)

Two big burly men turn up in my kitchen with a brand new fridge freezer.

I. Turn. Them. A. Way.

WHAT WAS I THINKING

note to self:

when offered new kitchen appliance, accept. Just say yes and nod.

My Husband?

I think Jon is having a bit of a wobble over my house mate James.

James is a Forensic Scientist, so as a Mathematician we are in the same faculty. This means our lectures have the same basic format and we have mutual respect for each other ( as well as mutual hatred for English and all other Humanities subjects)

We also enjoy cleaning

and films

and he likes my cooking

he knows wine

and we had a great time playing cards

he defended my honour

hm

I have to admit that he is a very nice bloke, and he ticks loads of boxes. However every time I think about him as more than a friend one thought comes into my head...

He's not Jon. He don't have his smile, he doesn't smell the same. He doesn't give me goose bumps or keep me on my toes.

I really really miss Jon. Well, I'm driving up to his new place on Friday so not too long to go. :-(

As you do

Intel has just informed me that he's got an invitation to a halloween party.

go him.

I asked where it was...

Germany.

Obviously.

Response

See here

Is somebody able to tell me?
What is the right thing to do?
You can't please everyone all of the time.
I just wish I could please you.

Sometimes I think you hate me.
That I'm not the one of which you dream.
I imagine you out there searching for,
something that might have been.

But whenever it seems all hope is lost,
you aways find a way,
to turn, smile, look at me,
and brighten up my day.

I know you think I need another,
someone who wouldn't see my tears.
But the truth of the matter is,
Id rather no-one else to witness all my years.

Is nobody able to tell you?
That it is not the things you don't do?
You can please me with the smallest things.
I just wish you knew.

Kit cat

"Maybe we should have a break?"
"But we are a team, we can get through this together."
"Do you swear, honestly swear, there has been no one else?"
"Baby, it's just you and me."

Sometimes it's not what you say, it's how you say it.

Seriously

I just broke down in tears and threw my new Illegal* shoe across the room (left one if you're interested)

* I am currently under a New Shoe Ban imposed by Jon. Fascist.

Hell Hath No Anger

Ok. Right. Fine.

I've just been to The Clinic For Downstairs Related Matters.

Had a lovely lady who was very gentle - the rumours where wrong, it doesn't hurt - and completely understood my Anti-Blood-Taken stance.

Why the fuck do I have Chlamydia.

I took a Boots test in feb/march and was clear.

The only person *I* have slept with is Jon.

So, using my logical brain I am left to wonder that either:

you CAN catch chlamydia off toilet seats

Jon's been shagging around.

I know where my money's at.

Wanted: Organiser

Not.

Jon's moving house tomorrow, back down the road from where he used to live with The Cow. He's decided that he's going to do this move on his own.. without my help.

This is a good thing.. i think. Last time he moved I ended up doing everything because he can be the most un motivated person in the world at times. Seriously, he was living in his old place with The Cow for like 3 years: there were still boxes in the front room that had never been unpacked.

Am I the only person that finds stuff like that really un-attractive?

He's a 25 year old man for goodness sake, is it really that difficult to look after yourself?

Mum told me that women always end up looking after people (be it husbands, boyfriends or kids) and i should just put up with it... But I want someone who will help me guard my cave.

I wonder how he will do? I'm also hoping that Michelle - his new flat mate - might shock him in to adulthood a little. Maybe just prod him with a sharp stick when ever he needs to do the food shopping or hoover his room...

perhaps I'll buy her one as a "Thanks for sorting out my boyfriend" present...

Currently I Am Pissed

off, of course. It's the middle of the day; what kinda girl do you think I am?!

Jon - my long term partner - went to the GUM clinic on Monday for a check up. I just thought it was, well, a check up. Oh no. He knew something down stairs was a miss. Just neglected to mention it the week before when we were having un protected sex.

What. A. Prat.

apparently he was embarrassed. I'm finding it hard to muster up a feeling of pity.

So after 2 hours in the clinic he rings me and tells me the LIST, yes, LIST of things wrong with him and the wee man. 2 creams and a big course of anti-biotics later he should be fine.

unfortunately I now need to go and some of this magic cream and anti-biotics, which will miss up my pill and blah blah blah.

Can the record show me as un impressed?

Is it wrong to think that for him this is some kind of moral retribution for sleeping with *alot* of people?

New Beginning

So i promised you a new start, and here it is. I wonder if any one will find this? I kinda hope not.

well.

I hope that no one who knows me will find it. I hope I will be able to keep my mouth shut! Writing your intimate secrets online is therapeutic: writing your secrets so that Celebrity Blog Reader (my dad) can read them.. is.. well.. not so fun.

Hopefully this will be the end of the conversations that start "Oh.. I read on your blog.." Turns out that part of what makes friends friends is the story telling process. I feel that my old blooog (The Pigeon one) might have alienated a lot of my friends. It's a bit like My Face, it is completely possible to know too much about your mates, especially your partner.

so, lets have a drink to anonymity, and to a new beginning.