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After seeing this comic at work (On a lunch break obviously) We all started discussing other good names. We only got 2. But still…

• Dead and loving it.
• Bored stiff?

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So the other week I split up with my girlfriend.
It was a really shit situation. Constant fighting, neither of us telling the truth and complete lack of communication and trust, just assumptions and shit.
And I just couldn’t take it anymore. I want nothing more than to make her happy. With her being happy, I’d be happy – but it just wasn’t happening and i was getting more and more miserable by the day. I fully think, if i’d stayed longer, i’d be on anti-depressants .

I didn’t want to break up with her, when things were good it was the BEST ever! She made me smile and laugh, loved me and I felt loved. She did things for me which I just couldn’t ever take for granted.

But it wasn’t often enough between all the fighting. And it sucked even more as we’d only recently moved in together.
I know part of the problem and although its too late now, moving out was the best thing i could do. It was all too fast and that was a stupid mistake.

Fair enough, I broke up with her and we’re hardly speaking now, but I can’t just turn my feelings off like a switch. I still love her but I don’t think she realises that. And its killing me too.
The reason I’m writing this post so early on a Sunday morning (Sundays had morning!?) is because I can’t stop dreaming about her and I wake up so upset and sick in the stomach because I think she’s jumped into bed with someone within 2 weeks and just doesn’t give a crap about me at all.

I have no right to feel this way. I made this mess and I will just have to deal with it. There’s just always a thought in my mind for some sort of 2nd chance… but i’m not sure I do want that and its just that i’m missing the companionship. My heart fails and I want someone to rip it out and replace it with one that works with my brain rather than against it.

Eugh! I hate being sick. On Tuesday night I spent some time with my Niece and brother and his girlfriend and had dinner with them. Spag Bol… Yum!

Lately though, my niece had been ill and passed the bug on to my brother, who subsequently managed to pass it on to me.

So at 3:20am on Wednesday morning, I woke up with a very sore stomach and ran to the bathroom to talk to god on the big white telephone about my meal.
And then a few more times through the morning.

After managing to sleep for a wee while, I woke to my alarm and I txt my friend to tell my team leader when she got into work, that I was taking the day off. Of course, she instantly txt back saying “You’re funny.” like I was joking?
I really wasn’t. I wouldn’t ever joke about being ill. I hate being sick off work. The feeling of total uselessness frustrates me and feels like I’m letting other people down.
I’m not bragging, but I like to feel that I make people’s days better by being around.

Luckily though, my friend who I txt is such a sweetheart. She came to see me on her lunch break as I lay near comatose watching ‘Everybody loves Raymond’
I was nice to get a wee cuddle to make me feel better.
She then ordered me to get a shower at some point and pack stuff for going up to hers at 16:30 when she finished work so she could look after me that evening. How sweet!?

I hadn’t eaten anything all day so showering was interesting as I barely had the energy to hold my phone to txt people, never mind scrub my bits clean. (continue reading…)

I remember, many years back. Before I’d even discovered myself and the thought of kissing girls was sick and disgusting. My brother had a book called ‘Rude Rhymes 2′ which was crammed full of dirty poems and questionable limericks which even shocked my Dad (Well, probably not – but one can hope )

And try as I have, I could not find another copy of this book in any charity shops/libraries (worth a shot)/Amazon or anywhere! This book does not exist in the world anymore AFAIK.

But I’ve found the next best thing. Thanks to XKCD, they have created,

http://limerickdb.com/

Read, write and rate. But be sure not to click the [X] because that would be stupid to flag them as inappropriate.

The next thing I want to draw your attention to is… (continue reading…)