tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856505077665975272024-03-13T22:01:06.895-07:00Potentially Crap BlogA Smorgasbord of fun.Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-26487199801057494402012-08-14T17:04:00.001-07:002012-08-14T17:10:06.851-07:00I have a stalker... Suck on that Beyonce<b id="internal-source-marker_0.38365733390673995" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What constitutes having a stalker? Because I think I may have one. How am I supposed to feel? Am I supposed to be scared or proud? Do I just continue on and ignore it or do I ring the police? But then If I did then what would I say? A man I went on a date with once is texting me. Doesn’t sound that scary. They may just laugh. But I’m not laughing.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I met this guy at a party over a year ago. I chatted to him for a bit about dead people and stuff. I remember not much more of him from that night other than that. He added me as a friend on Facebook soon after and as we had a few mutual friends I thought I would be polite and accept. He wrote to me a few times and asked me out. At first I said no as nicely as possible but eventually I just started ignoring him. He was getting a bit annoying. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, a year went past and every so often I would hear from him but I still didn’t respond. You can’t deny he was persistent. Then, one fateful week, I ended things with this guy I had been seeing and was feeling a bit poop about the whole male situation. I needed cheering up. And there, over Facebook, was an invitation for drinks. And in my grumpy, emotional state I said yes - OH GOD WHY DID I SAY YES?! </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> So we went for drinks. A looker he most certainly was not. Plus men should never ever wear ill fitted, over sized blazers with cartoon covered T-shirts underneath. And he talked. A lot. It was as if he had ADD. He would change from one strange subject to a completely irrelevant other without warning. My brain is a bit slow at the best of times but this was painful trying to keep up. In the end I just gave up trying and got drunk and talked to myself instead. To my relief the night eventually came to a close but as we were saying our goodbyes he literally surprise kissed me. From nowhere and as quick as Usain Bolt his tongue was in my mouth flailing about in every nook and cranny possible as if his life depended on knowing how many fillings I had. Once the shock past I pushed him away, told him to fuck the hell off and ran. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, looking back I can’t see how he thinks this date went well. It ended with me shouting profanities at him almost in drunken tears. If that was me I would leave well alone. But No. For the last 2 month I have received on average 3 texts a day. Sometimes it is as if he is having a conversation with himself. For example - </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “Morning Kitten, how are you?” (Kitten. Where in arse did he pull that nickname from?!)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “Well I’m having a bit of a shit morning myself. I need some cheering up”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “It would cheer me up if I got to go for lunch with you”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “So I will meet you in Covent Garden station at 2.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “I would dress lightly. Looks like a gooden”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “looking forward to seeing you’re sexy arse self”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me - “Can’t. Sorry. Busy washing my hair”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “Baby I can come and wash it with you”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me - “Leave me alone”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “I think we should have pizza for lunch. That would cheer us both up”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “Where were you? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Him - “Well when are you free?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is just one example. Obviously I have deleted him off Facebook and I temporarily claim back my Christianity to thank god that he doesn’t know where I live. Every time I get a text I am shocked at how mental this guy seems to be. In two months of texting me he seems no closer to getting the hint (even when I spell it out to him and tell him to bugger off and jump in a hole) and he shows no signs of letting off. I don’t know. Maybe I should feel flattered and be proud of the fact I have obvs made it in the world. I have a stalker Beyonce would be dead jeal of. Or maybe I should get the shotgun out in preparation and keep it by my bed. I will be willing to shot him in the kneecaps in self defence. Just saying. </span></b>
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I have always wanted to keep this blog anonymous. It was where I could come and write shizzle. Say whatever I wanted without being judged. Somethings just enter my head and I have to get them out. Plus I love writing...<br />
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... So what did I go and do. Tell my best friend. Now I've ruined it for myself all because of my lack of ability to keep a secret. I have verbal diarrhea. I can keep other people secrets but never ever ever my own. I am an over sharer. I even showed it to her. And watched her judging eyes read through it. And now I have ideas for blogs and have even written them but I just can't bring myself to press publish. I just envisage her sitting there, reading it and thinking what a self indulgent twat. She even said, "Aren't you scared nobody is reading it?" And honestly I wasn't. But now I am!!<br />
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Now nothing I write is funny enough or interesting enough as I know someone I know is potentially reading it. I have screwed myself over.<br />
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Does everyone tell people that they blog? Do they just not care what people think? Where do you get this confidence in what you write? One day I would love to write a book but how could I ever do that if I can't even show my best bud my blog? I wish I didn't care but I just do. I wish I could turn back time and keep schtum. I was having so much bloggering fun until Saturday and now I'm just full of massive insecurities.<br />
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THIS IS A REAL PRODUCT. <a href="http://www.ilovemymuff.com/" style="background-color: white;">http://www.ilovemymuff.com/</a> <span style="background-color: white;">I want to work in their head office just so I can answer the phone every day with - </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">If there is still anyone out there in the world that doesn't know what muff means then read </span><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=muff" style="background-color: white;">this.</a></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Right now you’re not a very nice person. Your mother can’t stand you and your father is wondering where he went wrong. You’re selfish and naive and drink far too much (this won’t change). You think you’re the most god damn beautiful girl in the room and all boys want you.. need you... must have you. You think you’re self assured and confident. But you are actually confusing this with a deep uncertainty of who you are and where you are going. So you push yourself to be someone. Loud, abrupt, abrasive and as irritating as thrush. You do this so you are noticed. Love you or hate you, at least you are someone. This will pass. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> When you are 25 you may not have a hundred friends like you did before. These will slowly be filtered out or better ones will be found. It will be about quality over quantity. And you won’t believe me now but you’re mum... Our mum... will be the best friend of all time (she's still nutty as fuck though).</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re a nice person... at least I think you are. You have a good job and you are liked. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One thing you don’t know now is that it’s OK to be alone. You only feel lonely because you don’t have things in common with your friends. Once you move to London you will be with people like you. Who think like you and will be there for you. Having said that you will be alone a lot. But you will like it. Your own company will be your haven. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now stop being a dickhead. Tell mum you love her. And stop wearing that horrible denim skirt. You look like a tart! Oh and that boy you think you hate in your English class. You actually love him. You will reunite in a few years and have an intense 3 year relationship. He’s not the one. Or at least I hope he’s not. You dump him because he’s a selfish fuck. But that’s another story. But for now and the next few years you love him. And he loves you.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chin up kid</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">PCB (that's you that is) x</span></b><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifty_Shades_of_Grey">Here's a copy of 50 shade of Grey.</a> It out sells Harry Potter and is known as mummy porn. Publish it and you'll be moneyed up to your eye balls.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0147800/">the film</a> last night. It inspired me to write about you. And what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S I'd like you even more if you looked like Heath Ledger. Just sayin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-82794677777683749322012-07-13T17:30:00.000-07:002012-07-13T17:30:18.901-07:00Ryan Gosling makes up for LazinessI'm feeling lazy today so I'll leave you all with something to look at<br />
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<br /></div>Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-12775932110600798222012-07-12T11:55:00.001-07:002012-07-12T11:55:56.799-07:00What do you mean you didn’t know? It’s on Facebook!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6274652646388859" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Last night was date night. I went for a few drinks in Shoreditch with this guy that I kissed at my friends party a while back. He then pestered me to go on a date for a few months. When I finally did I really enjoyed it. We had “Banter” so they call it and he's quite kissable. Last night was our fourth date and I thought it was going just swimmingly. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Anyway, a bottle of wine into our date and we were having a chat about the potentials of where the night might lead. And he said “well obviously you can’t come back to mine”. I responded with “why, worried your girlfriend might walk in on us?” to which he say “well yeah”. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This is the first I had heard about this elusive girlfriend. He’s never mentioned her before and I tend to try and be optimistic and believe that if a guy asks you out he is in fact single to start with. When I questioned why he hadn’t thought to have mentioned it, he said “It’s on my Facebook page. I assumed you had read it”. Really? Now I have to Facebook stalk someone before a date? As if shaving my legs isn’t enough. </span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">obviously that's</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> where the night ended</span></span></span><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">... Or am I?</span></b>Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-12081200067953200472012-07-11T20:23:00.000-07:002012-07-11T20:23:04.094-07:00OppsIsn't it funny what you notice when you're drunk. Just read my last post and tweet etc. and I have been spelling must with an O. Tard!Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-2216723937013770102012-07-11T12:50:00.004-07:002012-07-11T12:50:46.965-07:00Londoners would be happier with vodka<br />
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<b><span style="background-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><b style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So my cunning idea is to have water fountains stationed around the underground to quench people's thirst in the busy rush hour. But here’s the fun part. Instead of water it would spray out delicious, cold, refreshing vodka. All the commuters in the morning, instead of being vile and grumpy, would be happy and friendly and let you on the tube first, they might even want a little chinwag whilst the train is undoubtedly delayed. In fact I might just write a letter to Boris to suggest it. He’s always trying to improve the London transportation system. My money is on that this would be more popular than his Barclays bikes. It's a sure way to be re-elected. </span></span></b></b><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.36134515469893813"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">If my argument above doesn’t convince him, I suggest he watches </span></span><span id="internal-source-marker_0.36134515469893813"><span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEsxFHCObEk&noredirect=1" style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">this video!</a><span style="font-size: small; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> of a classic example of a drunk guy making </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">everyone's</span><span style="font-size: small; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> day more </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">amusing</span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Imagine your mornings if there was lots of people doing this up the escalators. It would certainly cheer me up no end. And the applause just for making it to the northern line would make you feel like a champ. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Every so often I realise how quickly time goes by. I will talk about an ex and realise it's been 6 months since we split up. Or I will think of an old friend</span><span style="background-color: white;"> and realise that 2 years have gone by since we last spoke. And then I think about how little my life has changed in that time. After saying this to my best bud Charlie, we put a list together of 30 most important things we want to do before we are 30 (which is in 4 and a bit years).</span></div>
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6. Sky dive</div>
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9. Join the illuminati</div>
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10. Have over 500 followers on twitter</div>
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13. Road trip around Poland</div>
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15. lose at least 2 stone</div>
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16. Learn Sign Language</div>
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17. Learn Polish</div>
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18. Drive a mega expensive car around a race track</div>
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19. Watch an England match at Twickenham </div>
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20. Train a puppy to fetch a beer from the fridge</div>
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21. Start a business</div>
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22. <span style="background-color: white;">Learn to sew.</span></div>
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23. Learn to ski</div>
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24. Get something published</div>
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25. Ride a cow drunk (apparently this is illegal) </div>
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26. Shoot something</div>
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27. Change the light bulb in the bathroom (really needs doing)</div>
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28. Punch Tom Cruise</div>
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</div>Potentially Crap bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911234696817045934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385650507766597527.post-72607406881267190112012-07-09T15:08:00.000-07:002012-07-09T15:08:02.689-07:00And so it begins<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So Basically I have been reading blogs for a while now. Peps like <a href="http://thebloggess.com/" target="_blank">The Bloggess</a>, <a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/" target="_blank">David Thorne</a>,
<a href="http://likethevodka.com/" target="_blank">Like The Vodka</a> <span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">and </span><a href="http://theclothes.blogspot.co.uk/" style="background-color: white;" target="_blank">The clothes Horse</a>.<span style="background-color: white;"> I thought I would give it a go. Although the name probably says it all. Don't hold your breath.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't really have much to say for myself. A friend once said "I don't know why I'm friends with you, on paper you're really boring." I didn't take it too much to heart as he told me every other day that he was in love with me. But now that I am trying to write something interesting I'm starting to think he may have been right. Maybe I should have thought about this before I had started. Ho Hum. </span></span><br />
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