"Girls who are boys, who like boys to be girls, Who do boys like they’re girls..."
So I moved into my third abode in a month last night. Its a beautiful little flat in West Hampstead which in itself is beautiful too. Although full of young, successful, affluent couples who drink Bloody Mary's and eat Tapas.
I'm sharing this flat with a girl (Jo?) who is renting the other room for the same 6 weeks that I am whilst the two girls who do live there normally swan around Thailand and New Zealand! Bastards. Not too sure how well we'll get on. Not that there's anything really to base that on but its just a feeling I get. She seems a little square and well, boring. Of course I'm basing all of this on the hour I met her last night whilst drunk and the fact that there's a dressing gown with teddy bears on it in the bathroom. I hate dressing gowns with so much passion its un-nerving. But one with bears on it - owned by a girl in her late twenties is unforgivable. Apologies if I'm offending anyone here but urrgggghh they're horrible. They're skanky, stain-strewn, pieces of toweling that always have bits of crusty egg/snot/marmite or something on the sleeves. They always fall open and display the God awful flesh underneath and generally smell. People put them OVER other items of clothing too - like pyjamas. WEAR A JUMPER OR HOODIE OR SOMETHING if you're slouching around. No one loves doing fuck all and staying in your pyjamas on a Sunday more than me but to wrap your cosy self up in a flea-ridden, smeggy, fraying cloth is just minging. They're really unattractive.
*ahem*
Anyway - I think we'll pass like ships in the night as she leaves for work before I've even woken up so it should be quite a nice place to live. Although I do wish I was the one going to Thailand and New Zealand. I've never been to Kiwi land but have gone to Thailand and although I had quite a traumatic time there I did still have fun.
To cut an exceptionally long story short my ex-boyfriend who I was having an on-off cherade of a relationship with was traveling and after months of 'I miss you emails' I decided to go and meet him in Thailand. I'd like to say that it was mainly because I needed a holiday which is why I went out there, but truly the main reason was because I wanted to find out once and for all whether we were going to be together forever or whether we should just call it a day and move on which, for me, would have involved not seeing/speaking to him again.
So, after a day and a half of traveling on three flights, and a ferry I arrive on Koi Phangnan Island on the sunset side to be greeted by an exceptionally brown, and kinda receeding ex-boyfriend. We go straight to the bar which is on the beach and sit on a little rug on the sand drinking a lethal cocktail containing amphetamines from a bucket! Blah blah blah conversation turns round to me and him and I say: "So, what we doing? Are we going to give it another shot and be together forever or split up completely, because this limbo thing ain't working out for me." He replied: "I'm not ready to make that decision - I can't promise that I won't come back to UK let alone settle down." I said: "well we can't be friends then because its too hard." and with that it dawned on me. I had traveled half way round the world to get dumped after being there for 2 hours!!!!!!!!!!
The next few days were hideous. On top of the crippling tension between us I got really sunburnt, scraped the soles of my feet on coral, had been bitten all over, and lost my flip flop in a waterfall and had to climb up a rocky bank with no shoes on which completely killed my feet. As you can imagine it was quite horrible but then, after I suffered the worst bout of 'tummy troubles' ever it all just became funny to me. Like when something is sooooo bad its funny. I had originally intended to fly home from the neighbouring island's airport but decided instead to fuck off early, leave the miserable cunt to it and travel up the country to Bangkok, spend a couple of days there on my own and then fly home. So I did and it was the best time EVER! I had a ball.
So yeah - a mixed time all in all but I'm so glad I went and I've not seen him since AND found the best boyfriend ever - so I guess I was right to go.
I'm sharing this flat with a girl (Jo?) who is renting the other room for the same 6 weeks that I am whilst the two girls who do live there normally swan around Thailand and New Zealand! Bastards. Not too sure how well we'll get on. Not that there's anything really to base that on but its just a feeling I get. She seems a little square and well, boring. Of course I'm basing all of this on the hour I met her last night whilst drunk and the fact that there's a dressing gown with teddy bears on it in the bathroom. I hate dressing gowns with so much passion its un-nerving. But one with bears on it - owned by a girl in her late twenties is unforgivable. Apologies if I'm offending anyone here but urrgggghh they're horrible. They're skanky, stain-strewn, pieces of toweling that always have bits of crusty egg/snot/marmite or something on the sleeves. They always fall open and display the God awful flesh underneath and generally smell. People put them OVER other items of clothing too - like pyjamas. WEAR A JUMPER OR HOODIE OR SOMETHING if you're slouching around. No one loves doing fuck all and staying in your pyjamas on a Sunday more than me but to wrap your cosy self up in a flea-ridden, smeggy, fraying cloth is just minging. They're really unattractive.
*ahem*
Anyway - I think we'll pass like ships in the night as she leaves for work before I've even woken up so it should be quite a nice place to live. Although I do wish I was the one going to Thailand and New Zealand. I've never been to Kiwi land but have gone to Thailand and although I had quite a traumatic time there I did still have fun.
To cut an exceptionally long story short my ex-boyfriend who I was having an on-off cherade of a relationship with was traveling and after months of 'I miss you emails' I decided to go and meet him in Thailand. I'd like to say that it was mainly because I needed a holiday which is why I went out there, but truly the main reason was because I wanted to find out once and for all whether we were going to be together forever or whether we should just call it a day and move on which, for me, would have involved not seeing/speaking to him again.
So, after a day and a half of traveling on three flights, and a ferry I arrive on Koi Phangnan Island on the sunset side to be greeted by an exceptionally brown, and kinda receeding ex-boyfriend. We go straight to the bar which is on the beach and sit on a little rug on the sand drinking a lethal cocktail containing amphetamines from a bucket! Blah blah blah conversation turns round to me and him and I say: "So, what we doing? Are we going to give it another shot and be together forever or split up completely, because this limbo thing ain't working out for me." He replied: "I'm not ready to make that decision - I can't promise that I won't come back to UK let alone settle down." I said: "well we can't be friends then because its too hard." and with that it dawned on me. I had traveled half way round the world to get dumped after being there for 2 hours!!!!!!!!!!
The next few days were hideous. On top of the crippling tension between us I got really sunburnt, scraped the soles of my feet on coral, had been bitten all over, and lost my flip flop in a waterfall and had to climb up a rocky bank with no shoes on which completely killed my feet. As you can imagine it was quite horrible but then, after I suffered the worst bout of 'tummy troubles' ever it all just became funny to me. Like when something is sooooo bad its funny. I had originally intended to fly home from the neighbouring island's airport but decided instead to fuck off early, leave the miserable cunt to it and travel up the country to Bangkok, spend a couple of days there on my own and then fly home. So I did and it was the best time EVER! I had a ball.
So yeah - a mixed time all in all but I'm so glad I went and I've not seen him since AND found the best boyfriend ever - so I guess I was right to go.
posted by Fang at 6:18 AM
4 Comments:
You bet your arse I'm the best boyfriend ever.
who's trying to give me a psychic reading???
Who are you?
Some spammer twat.
Fuck off spammer twat!!!!
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