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| 2006-06-16 20:00:14 |
Back to earth and LOVE STINKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
 Not_A_Megalomaniac |
I think after five days I've just about recovered.
Possibly.
Meanwhile, it's all been happening in Wainwright Mansions.
Well as far as I'm aware, my brother isn't in prison, the charge against him has been reduced from GBH with intent to just GBH, my sister-in-law is still a lying bitch, my niece and nephews whose ages range from 12 to 18 are trying to run a four bedroomed house by themselves. What a fecking mess.
Basically the reason my brother is in trouble with the coppers in the first place is actually my lying bitch of a sister-in-law, who has left my brother after 20 years of marriage and shacked up with her new boyfriend around the corner from him. One drunken evening (she timed this so well - on her daughter's 18th birthday. Bitch).... well basically the long and the short of it is Ian had had a skinful, the twerp of a boyfriend picked a fight with him over Andrea, and the boyfriend ended up in hospital having a hip replacement. Of course, the boyfriend was already on the waiting list for a hip replacement anyway, so really our Ian did him a favour!!!
Then Andrea goes and twists the knife in and lies her arse off to get Ian put into prison, custody of the youngest son and Ian out of her life forever. Oh as well as a few contracts we're planning on taking out on her (erm, that's a joke, incidentally, I don't condone violence or murder - even if it would do everyone a favour!)!!
Anyway, it was his sentencing earlier this week to find out if he would be in custody up until his trial. Thankfully he won't. Equally thankfully he won't go to prison. No thanks to her.
Most ridiculous of all??? HE'S STILL IN LOVE WITH HER. Stupid bastard.
Harrumph. This is why I'm so dead against the idea of love - no matter how deeply you may fall in it. It'll end up coming up and biting you on the arse so hard you'll never sit down again. My approach to falling in love, (which is basically - "Love should be banned. It's shit."), is to name no names, never tell a soul, just ignore it and hope it'll go away. Of course it hasn't worked yet, but give it time.
Yes I'll end up bitter and twisted but I probably would do anyway!!!
It is a REAL phobia!! It must be. But nothing's ever led me to believe that it can ever work out okay so that must mean it won't. I know it's a stupid way of looking at things before anyone tells me but there you have it.
See look at me now. I get past the Timbo Cuddle Withdrawal and I become all boring and narky. It must be, as Pete Townshend may say "comedown is calling, loneliness starts again...." *bursts into a rousing rendition of I'm One by The Who->*
I'm actually not in the least depressed. I'm just worried about my niece and nephews. Fair dos their parents' marriage was a failure but they don't have to be roped into it so horrifically.
Watched Springwatch last night. I love Bill. I do. He absolutely cracks me up. Bum wiggling will never be the same again - nor will I be able to avoid blushing if ever I see another tin of sardines...! No woman could resist...!
Right. Work calls. Thank god it's my last day. If I had to spend one more day with this fecking PowerPoint presentation I'd tell the man to take the fecking presentation and stick it right up his fecking ... nose.
Hmph.
The End. (great episode. Tight Trousers. Thank you.)
Mood - Strangely enough I'm quite giggly today!!!
Music - Whistle A Happy Tune - Barry Cryer's Version |
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Hope things turn out half okay!
