Showing posts with label Sherlock Holmes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sherlock Holmes. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Another day

I've been feeling pretty surreal today, in lack of a better word. When waiting on the bus I actually thought "Can't it come soon... If any of this is real, anyway, and I'm not just dreaming."
Got a call half past eight this morning where my friend commanded me to take the nine-bus with her, and I did, but now without a bit more nagging.
E (per sms): Don't go back to sleep!
Me *still laying in bed*: Fuck, you know me too well.
E: So don't go back to sleep! :D

I spent the day bitching about the ditcher to everyone who cared to listen (and some that didn't). I don't usually repeat myself that much, but I'm still pissed off. I also realised the last post is pretty unorganized.
So, on the bus home she called me, cuz I had told her I was meeting someone, but wouldn't say who, which annoyed her (to my guilty pleasure).
E (on phone): So, who did you meet?
Me: Well... I'm on the bus now, but... I screwed up and... Okay, I tried kissing him.
E: But who was it?
Me: No one... Kinda...
E: Can't you send the name per text?
Me: Ugh... No... Well... Bye...

And more sms followed:
E: Albert? :o
Me: Congrats...
E: I know you too well.
Me *giggling*: Hehe, my wife :*
E: Take Joachim, he wants you ;)
Me: At least I can trust him (I hope).
E (about Albert): You've talked about him all day. Pretty obvious that it was him you made a pass at xD
Me: All day?! Two times is not all day!

When I got home now, I was hoping to go out and read in the sunshine, just me and Mr. Holmes, but oh no. Stupid clouds.

I know this too is messy, but that's how my head is now. Just want to crawl into a black hole and die. At least sleep. Did I mention I've started chatting with a third guy online? This one actually seems to want to know me... Well, time will tell.

And I think I've removed all doubts about my sanity now. It's long gone!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

I'm really, really, really pissed off now! Went to meet a guy (a new guy). First I was in the city, then he asked me (per SMS) if I could go home and change cuz I told him I was wearing rags (more or less) and I obey. When I finally found him we talk for two seconds or something cuz he was busy on the phone and he said he had to go and change car with someone, "it won't take more that eight minutes."
Eight minutes my arse! After twenty I sent a text asking when he was coming and got no answer. After twenty-five I tried calling and he didn't pick up. After thirty I told him if I didn't hear from him in two minutes I'll leave. 
Didn't hear anything and just caught the bus back home. I've used about 12 ₤ back and fourth and only half of it was necessary!
He just stood me up after knowing me face to face for two minutes! Is it possible to have so fucking little respect for other people? Bastard!
Talking about money and clothes, the jeans I bought, and wore when I met him was only 20 ₤ and from the children section. When I saw them I was like "no way they are gonna fit me!" Had to try anyway and as they were pretty cool I bought them! 
And the 'rags' I mentioned earlier: Old jeans, at least three years and worn! Too big now, but comfy. T-shirt ditto, and hand-me-down from my friend's cousin or something. Is supposed to be black, but now looks more like dark grey. Don't ask me why I go out in public wearing such things, but I was woken half an hour before the bus left, which I had to take to make it to an appointment.
Feels good to talk(or write) about that bastard, cuz that really what he was, shit-coated bastard with shit-filling! No respect for others time, money or feelings and only interested in sleeping with me.
The last part was okay with me, really, and brings up another quote by phone:
E: So, did you remember the condoms?
Me: I knew there was something I forgot!
E: Well, just to hope he has or no shagging happens.

Bought a book on my first trip over there, A. C. Doyle, The hound of the Baskervilles. Couldn't put it down and walked reading, sat reading on the bus and regret I ever put it down to meet Bastard! 
Honestly, I'm soon going lesbian if I don't meet a guy I can trust! I'm not gonna take being stood up and ditched all the time! (Lame pun intended.)