Thursday, 21 July 2011
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
Wanna Tap This?
There are days that drag on and days that fly by and then there are shitty days and good days and days in between the two.
I'm not quite sure where today slots in to that first sentence of mine.
It started with sleeping in (which to me is the start of a good day, if I'm being honest here), it was followed by baiting an ignoramus arseholium on twitter, which really I shouldn't have, but sometimes it's too much fun.
Then I had to go to work. But I got a free coffee, so I'm thinking so far so good. Even better? I got to have cake.
My shift was a non-busy shift (which surprised me somewhat) and despite it being really quiet and not eventful, it went by really quickly.
Then it got interesting.
Ever had a random stranger declare their love for you? No?
What about ask you to leave your husband and divorce him for them? No?
That happened to me. Today. It was bizarre.
He was just a regular guy. He came up to and asked me for directions and I gave them. Then? He told me I was beautiful.
Personally? I wouldn't say I'm beautiful. I clean up well and I'm not a hideous bag, but I'm not beautiful.
So he carries on with his flattery, declares his love and asks me to divorce my sband. I reply that I don't think my husband would the too kindly to that and then this guys tells me he's a millionaire. (as if) he then asks me if he can have a hug and gives me one and 2 kisse on the cheek. Tells me I'm beautiful again and kisses my hand.
As he leaves he tells me that he'd "like to tap that", an this guys not exactly a spring chicken. I'm thinking he watches too much MYV... I mean, who says THAT anymore?
Then he leaves and I think "phew thank god that is over"
Except? He comes back and shouts across the concourse "yoohoo sexy!" and waves and blows me a kiss.
If I knew any better I'd say he liked me....
On my way home and I'm so glad I have the next 7 days off.
I guess I can't ever say my job is boring and mundane. Not with stuff like that happening.
I'm not quite sure where today slots in to that first sentence of mine.
It started with sleeping in (which to me is the start of a good day, if I'm being honest here), it was followed by baiting an ignoramus arseholium on twitter, which really I shouldn't have, but sometimes it's too much fun.
Then I had to go to work. But I got a free coffee, so I'm thinking so far so good. Even better? I got to have cake.
My shift was a non-busy shift (which surprised me somewhat) and despite it being really quiet and not eventful, it went by really quickly.
Then it got interesting.
Ever had a random stranger declare their love for you? No?
What about ask you to leave your husband and divorce him for them? No?
That happened to me. Today. It was bizarre.
He was just a regular guy. He came up to and asked me for directions and I gave them. Then? He told me I was beautiful.
Personally? I wouldn't say I'm beautiful. I clean up well and I'm not a hideous bag, but I'm not beautiful.
So he carries on with his flattery, declares his love and asks me to divorce my sband. I reply that I don't think my husband would the too kindly to that and then this guys tells me he's a millionaire. (as if) he then asks me if he can have a hug and gives me one and 2 kisse on the cheek. Tells me I'm beautiful again and kisses my hand.
As he leaves he tells me that he'd "like to tap that", an this guys not exactly a spring chicken. I'm thinking he watches too much MYV... I mean, who says THAT anymore?
Then he leaves and I think "phew thank god that is over"
Except? He comes back and shouts across the concourse "yoohoo sexy!" and waves and blows me a kiss.
If I knew any better I'd say he liked me....
On my way home and I'm so glad I have the next 7 days off.
I guess I can't ever say my job is boring and mundane. Not with stuff like that happening.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Easy Come, Easy Go
It's payday tomorrow. That means it's also bill day tomorrow. *insert varying degrees of excitement here*
I just set up to pay out my bills tomorrow, and it came to a grand total of £1275, which is pretty much my entire monthly salary.
I'm not the least bit surprised. Living is expensive. ugh.
As the saying goes, Easy Come, Easy Go.
Ain't life peachy?
I just set up to pay out my bills tomorrow, and it came to a grand total of £1275, which is pretty much my entire monthly salary.
I'm not the least bit surprised. Living is expensive. ugh.
As the saying goes, Easy Come, Easy Go.
Ain't life peachy?
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Inkling
When I was 15 I wanted a Tattoo as soon as I could legally have one.
When I was 18 I still wanted a Tattoo but was cautious because I wasn't 150% sure of exactly what I wanted or where I wanted it (Or how many I wanted!)
Tattoos are for life. The last thing you want is that image of Tweety Bird inked on to your arse at 21 to turn into Big Bird by the time you've hit 50 because your arse has expanded due to the fact that over the last 29 years you've gained 45 pounds and then some. Needless to say it's taken a while for me to really come to a decision, and despite the 10 years of thought processing I'm still not at that 150%. But I'm close.
Over the last few months I've had a pretty harsh time, full of stress and upset. I have white pills to pop. They're helping, slowly. Instead of feeling low all the time, I feel less low, but sometimes more agressive. It probably doesn't help that I'm reading a book series that has quite a lot of supernatural violence in it. hey ho. my books are my escapism.
Over the last 2 months my urge to be inked has hit me real strong. So strong that I can almost taste it. I can almost feel the pain of the Tattooist running the needles through my skin, inking me, marking me. I want it so bad. I want to feel the pain.
I'm in the process of doing my research. I have picked a studio and an artist. I have an idea of what I want and where I want them, all I have to do now is call the studio, make an appointment and speak to my Tattooist. I plan to let her design it based on my idea.
I have an inkling that pretty soon I'm going to feel the pain as the needle bites into my flesh, forever marking me.
I can't fucking wait.
When I was 18 I still wanted a Tattoo but was cautious because I wasn't 150% sure of exactly what I wanted or where I wanted it (Or how many I wanted!)
Tattoos are for life. The last thing you want is that image of Tweety Bird inked on to your arse at 21 to turn into Big Bird by the time you've hit 50 because your arse has expanded due to the fact that over the last 29 years you've gained 45 pounds and then some. Needless to say it's taken a while for me to really come to a decision, and despite the 10 years of thought processing I'm still not at that 150%. But I'm close.
Over the last few months I've had a pretty harsh time, full of stress and upset. I have white pills to pop. They're helping, slowly. Instead of feeling low all the time, I feel less low, but sometimes more agressive. It probably doesn't help that I'm reading a book series that has quite a lot of supernatural violence in it. hey ho. my books are my escapism.
Over the last 2 months my urge to be inked has hit me real strong. So strong that I can almost taste it. I can almost feel the pain of the Tattooist running the needles through my skin, inking me, marking me. I want it so bad. I want to feel the pain.
I'm in the process of doing my research. I have picked a studio and an artist. I have an idea of what I want and where I want them, all I have to do now is call the studio, make an appointment and speak to my Tattooist. I plan to let her design it based on my idea.
I have an inkling that pretty soon I'm going to feel the pain as the needle bites into my flesh, forever marking me.
I can't fucking wait.
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