Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Current mood: contemplative
Copins et Copines,
' t Is an early morning in Bristol.
All the noisy little birds are twittering away outside and guess what? Yours truely is wide awake, staring at the ceiling. So what better to do than to bore you again with a bit of contemplating and ranting.
Last entry was about the Waterboys concert and that lead to some other events but I don't want to speed tell you all.
First of all, ExBoy is back from his travels. I've seen him on
Monday as we sort of simultaneously arrived at the flat; him from the Slapper's, me from... now that would be telling, wouldn't it? He had been back for about a week but I was spared his company. Well, of course... after 3 weeks of absence there was probably a whole lot of shaking to be done, to paraphrase the great Jerry Lee. And I am very very miffed with him again - with ExBoy, not Jerry!
He left some freebie stuff on my bed last week from the trip he went on and a 2page letter to me, titled "the best years of my life" and I'm in orbits of flying rage again. My somewhat Zen like indifference pulverised like popcorn under an acetylene blowtorch!
I wish you could read this letter. From the onset it can be picked apart by amateur psychologists. It is insulting, self centred, pompous wallowing. (but without the SOH of this blog , I do hasten to add... ) And it's him putting on paper what lead to this sorry state of affairs. Now, you all know that the anniversary is upon us: July the 4th, Independence Day - literally; because that's the day I found him out and all spiraled from there. Basically it bears down to the fact that the size of my knickers ("even Bridget Jones would be ashamed to wear") were to blame for him looking elsewhere.
Charming!
Of course, now -according to him- I have bought new clothes and shoes (True!) and I'm making more effort. Loosing a dress size or 2 because of being ill has nothing to do with buying new clothes, of course! And yes, my faithful ones, I have discovered retail therapy!
A girl has to do something for some instant gratification as there hasn't been too much physical action on the agenda lately. There's a very interesting development in that department however (giggles) but I digress.
The trusted Mrs. Mills in Style magazine (Sunday Times) says on this specific subject: "The size of a woman's knickers has everything to do with her man's desirability". A friend of mine whom I confided this "smalls fact of life" to, gasped in exasperation that if knicker size had anything to do with the state of relationships, there wouldn't be any (relations) left and Marks & Sparks would be solely responsible for the demise of...
I know, not the Agent Provocateur range, obviously!
I rest my case, your honour. Or no, I don't rest it: if he didn't like them, why did he not go out and buy me some others? Surely cheaper than the muck he bought on DVD for his solitary games. There! Glad to vent that bit of spleen.
There's plenty more in the letter and I'm sure the Slapper would find it interesting reading as he's not very - how shall I put this carefully- positive about her.
ExBoy is one confused cookie. Good feggin' riddance!
About my retail therapy: it is true I have been indulging a bit lately.
Shoes!
I have bought outrageous wedges from Faith: black leather on wood with nails all around, rather fetishy look. I tried on the Gil Carvalho ones on as well... strutted through the shop, felt absolutely amazing, whooped over them with the salesgirl but declined as the price tag was out of this girls range - waiting for the sales and hope they still have a size 5 by then, fingers crossed because I do have my beady eye on them. Then I went to TK Max and found the "dirtiest" shoes ever: black patent leather, very pointy and showing plenty of toe cleavage with 4'' stiletto heels...
Current mood: contemplative
Copins et Copines,
' t Is an early morning in Bristol.
All the noisy little birds are twittering away outside and guess what? Yours truely is wide awake, staring at the ceiling. So what better to do than to bore you again with a bit of contemplating and ranting.
Last entry was about the Waterboys concert and that lead to some other events but I don't want to speed tell you all.
First of all, ExBoy is back from his travels. I've seen him on
Monday as we sort of simultaneously arrived at the flat; him from the Slapper's, me from... now that would be telling, wouldn't it? He had been back for about a week but I was spared his company. Well, of course... after 3 weeks of absence there was probably a whole lot of shaking to be done, to paraphrase the great Jerry Lee. And I am very very miffed with him again - with ExBoy, not Jerry!
He left some freebie stuff on my bed last week from the trip he went on and a 2page letter to me, titled "the best years of my life" and I'm in orbits of flying rage again. My somewhat Zen like indifference pulverised like popcorn under an acetylene blowtorch!
I wish you could read this letter. From the onset it can be picked apart by amateur psychologists. It is insulting, self centred, pompous wallowing. (but without the SOH of this blog , I do hasten to add... ) And it's him putting on paper what lead to this sorry state of affairs. Now, you all know that the anniversary is upon us: July the 4th, Independence Day - literally; because that's the day I found him out and all spiraled from there. Basically it bears down to the fact that the size of my knickers ("even Bridget Jones would be ashamed to wear") were to blame for him looking elsewhere.
Charming!
Of course, now -according to him- I have bought new clothes and shoes (True!) and I'm making more effort. Loosing a dress size or 2 because of being ill has nothing to do with buying new clothes, of course! And yes, my faithful ones, I have discovered retail therapy!
A girl has to do something for some instant gratification as there hasn't been too much physical action on the agenda lately. There's a very interesting development in that department however (giggles) but I digress.
The trusted Mrs. Mills in Style magazine (Sunday Times) says on this specific subject: "The size of a woman's knickers has everything to do with her man's desirability". A friend of mine whom I confided this "smalls fact of life" to, gasped in exasperation that if knicker size had anything to do with the state of relationships, there wouldn't be any (relations) left and Marks & Sparks would be solely responsible for the demise of...
I know, not the Agent Provocateur range, obviously!
I rest my case, your honour. Or no, I don't rest it: if he didn't like them, why did he not go out and buy me some others? Surely cheaper than the muck he bought on DVD for his solitary games. There! Glad to vent that bit of spleen.
There's plenty more in the letter and I'm sure the Slapper would find it interesting reading as he's not very - how shall I put this carefully- positive about her.
ExBoy is one confused cookie. Good feggin' riddance!
About my retail therapy: it is true I have been indulging a bit lately.
Shoes!
I have bought outrageous wedges from Faith: black leather on wood with nails all around, rather fetishy look. I tried on the Gil Carvalho ones on as well... strutted through the shop, felt absolutely amazing, whooped over them with the salesgirl but declined as the price tag was out of this girls range - waiting for the sales and hope they still have a size 5 by then, fingers crossed because I do have my beady eye on them. Then I went to TK Max and found the "dirtiest" shoes ever: black patent leather, very pointy and showing plenty of toe cleavage with 4'' stiletto heels...
They look fantastic under my smart shorts with tights and a tailored jacket!
2 Doors down from the gallery where I work there's a fetish shoe shop where all the trannies come for their foot gear. For months I've been wanting to go in, all I needed was a little nudge - and a little nudge I got. They stock 5'' and 6'' ers in a little boudoir in the back! She is expecting new stock so watch this space. Temptation is only 2 doors away.
A lot of things have been sort of falling into place lately. I am cleaning out my emotional closet. Snippets of my life that have seemed trivial so far start to make sense and there's new things to explore. Sorry I can't be more specific but it would lead us too far.
And I have met someone.
Someone I could possibly like. A lot. Only thing is... I'm not exactly trophy material, am I?
Je vous laisse, mes amis! Trying to get another wink or two.xxx
Currently listening:Bleed Like Me by Garbage
2 Doors down from the gallery where I work there's a fetish shoe shop where all the trannies come for their foot gear. For months I've been wanting to go in, all I needed was a little nudge - and a little nudge I got. They stock 5'' and 6'' ers in a little boudoir in the back! She is expecting new stock so watch this space. Temptation is only 2 doors away.
A lot of things have been sort of falling into place lately. I am cleaning out my emotional closet. Snippets of my life that have seemed trivial so far start to make sense and there's new things to explore. Sorry I can't be more specific but it would lead us too far.
And I have met someone.
Someone I could possibly like. A lot. Only thing is... I'm not exactly trophy material, am I?
Je vous laisse, mes amis! Trying to get another wink or two.xxx
Currently listening:Bleed Like Me by Garbage
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