Decent Proposal.
I'm exhausted.
I'm exhausted because I've spent the weekend with somebody else's friends. Now, don't get me wrong, you really would be hard pushed to meet a nicer group of people. Still, the effort of being charming to eleven people who you have only really met properly once of twice for three solid days has resulted in me looking and feeling like a use tea towel this morning.
It's been like the first weekend in your uni halls of residence.
You appear to be relaxing with a glass of wine and chatting but you are subliminally messaging to the group 'Hi, I'm Daisy... I'm FUN, and I'm SWEET and I DRINK like a FISH, I'm COOL and I'm PRETTY' (naturally of course - with the aid of chanel (yeah right))....and you are also saying 'I love your friend very much and I won't shit on him, but also I won't cling to him and ruin your fun. Yes, I know you saw him first but now we have great sex'. Yes, it was a good time, but certainly not relaxing.
By Monday, despite the beauty of the seaside and the tastiness of the BBQed fresh fish and marshmellows I had been so charming and sweet for 48 hours couldn't even think straight. Before midday I'd started on the wine... (oh be honest) it was before breakfast actually, still, the wine was pink and very very mild. Despite it practically being fruit juice I could tell that drinking it wasn't the best sign and it was thus very likely that I might start to unravel in front of the 'company', thus not displaying my pretty happy nice side, rather my sharp toothed wild eyed pirate girl side (please see picture in corner of blog).
I was contemplating this in the garden as I washed the wine down with sweet melon and fresh hot pain au chocolate and grew my freckles on a sunlounger when Jk suggested us taking yet another pretty walk on the beach. Apparently one of the remaining guests (a stunning Norwegian blonde) rather wanted to look at his beach hut.
I declined his offer as politely as possible with my mouth full and suggested that they should go without me as I had 'things to do'. After all, I reasoned, they looked pretty good together, and had serious things in common... like wanting to go for a walk to look at beach hut's.
As soon as they had gone I poured myself another large glass of wine, surrounded myself with the happy remains of the weekends feasting and a bag of pick and mix, wrapped myself in a blanket and watched Bridget Jones Diary. As I saluted singletons everywhere, I ate my bodyweight in penny sweets, alcohol, cigarettes (ops) and crisps.
I had forgotten just how much being single rocks sometimes.
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(1.6.04 13:04) It does have its good aspects I suppose, but I wouldn't say no to a (nice,witty, clever, charming, handsome, sexy) boyfriend though! |
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(1.6.04 13:18) It may have been tiring, but it all sounds rather fun! Glad you had a good weekend Daise! |
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(2.6.04 02:57) Being Single. That's how I wanna be. Dammit, I'm turning into Natasha Bedingfield - perhaps most worryingly, that would involve a sex change. No, being single is infinitely preferable to being in a less-than-adequate relationship, as quite a lot of people I know seem to be in, and as I was in a little while back. Upgrading is the way to go..... Ahh, and making friendly with people you don't know. Knackering. It's like having lots of conversation windows open in MSN Messenger, all going BINGBONG one after the other, and you have to keep track of all the conversations..... Nope. Far too tiring. Relationships and friendships. That's why I've opted out of society. (Mike pulls the camouflague netting back over his dugout and props his rifle against a stack of baked bean tins) |
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Max Dogger / Website (12.7.05 08:06) what a great site! into favourities! |