I really don't know how to start this today. I am happy. I mean, that I am really HAPPY :o)
Now what with all the things that have happened of late I'm pleased that I can say that. Life is looking decidedly 'Up'. I have new renew vigour and aspirations, I am applying for a new job which (touches wood - not erection - timber) I will get and be amazing at. And it's in London.....which is a good thing......it really really really is. No longer shall I feel stifled at work and that I am am treading through custard and generally nailing gravy to the wall i.e. Time consuming and futile.
There's something else too that's making me happy, Long since have I felt so intense and alive. I experienced a feeling so incredible time literally stopped. I entered a dream feeling, where all I ever wanted was realised and no matter how much you can dream of something and crave it you can never know how it will feel until you encounter it. The world could have ended at that moment and I wouldn't have cared - or noticed for that matter.
London holds many people, things, places, dreams and experiences very dear to me - for far too long I have missed them and now I cannot deny myself their hold on me any longer. As I wandered into Paddington late on Monday night to return to my little corner of the world, I did not want to leave. My mind and heart was telling me to stay and I really wanted to. So now it's all systems go - No more will I allow myself to be pushed around or push myself around for that matter - I can and will achieve anything I want - I feel omnipotent at the moment and nothing's going to stop it.
In other news I have the following to report;
Brighton is still like the UK's answer to Bennidorm - it's kitsch and full of crap and some of the freakiest people I've ever seen. However it was good to see and catch up with some old mates. HOWEVER, I will never, NEVER, EVER tolerate paying the amount of a third world debt to get a drink or food ever again.
MLA is adorable and I love her so much! she loved her new Winnie the Pooh and insisted on daddy kissing him hello after she had, and then offering him around for others to bask in the love of Winnie - bless!
'Giraffe' in Angel does really good burgers
There's nowhere to buy trainers for toddlers in Angel
Regents canal is a really nice walk.
Southern and First Great Western Railways both incurred my wrath - you both suck, suck, suck!!!!
My sis is one of the best people I know - shes just a wonderful, wonderful person and I love her dearly and don't tell half as often enough. She is always there and totally non-judgemental - any time, any day - cheers hun.
And finally.......I have fallen so deeply for someone I can pass on the Earth's core's regards to everyone. Perfection has a new definition and I'm blown away. Hook, line, sinker, rod and fisherman's arm...... :o)!!!!!
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Phoenix from the flames?
Like a compulsive eater - I'm fed up. Well......hmmm maybe I'm not - I don't really know how I am at the mo.
If you've read my 'Spring is sprung' post you'll know that currently things are not all good in the garden of Eden - more like the garden of Basra.
Yes MCM and me are officially NO more. Initially I was upset, hurt, rejected and dare I say it, suspicious. Considering all that's at stake, there was a reluctance on MCM's part to try and fix things - no change there - shes as stubborn as a mule in most things and our relationship was no exception. But this time I was more sceptical than usual - My spidy-senses have rarely been wrong and I was spinning a whole heap of webs on this one. And as to my (unsurprising) surprise I find the day after she says that this time we won't go back cos she's too hurt and feeling so bad and is in no mood for dating or relationships etc. etc. etc. - she's there spilling her love to some (insert vernacular word for female anatomy) that she trawled up on Facebook.
Nice. Cheers love.
So then we enter phase 2 - anger. which lasted about oooohhhh I dunno - possibly a good 5 minutes. You see - she has a bit of a track record here. And you know what they say about leopards - and its not that their bloody fast although pardon the pun here - the last time I saw someone get over something that fast John Mills was tunneling underneath it to escape Colditz.
But very shortly, having reflected on it, I hit a thermal and rose above it. I am a better person. I have love to give and now I can find someone worthy of receiving it and hopefully mirroring it back. Maybe I have been soft hearted before but is that such a bad thing? The books and stereotypes say that 'women love a bastard' - well sorry chum but most of the women I know will happily tell a bastard to swivel on it rather than let him go out and get blind drunk with his mates, have a fight, chomp down a kebab, flirt with some tart whose all tits and arse hanging out all over the place before coming home and expecting sex. As I say ladies of the world - if this is what's floating your boat? - you really need to consider alternative transport.
So there - now you know. I'm sorry to those that like by blog and it's injection of humour I try to instill in it - normal service will be resumed very shortly........some day my princess will come - and with any luck about the same time as me ;o) diddely boom tish!!
Told you normal service would resume shortly didn't I?
If you've read my 'Spring is sprung' post you'll know that currently things are not all good in the garden of Eden - more like the garden of Basra.
Yes MCM and me are officially NO more. Initially I was upset, hurt, rejected and dare I say it, suspicious. Considering all that's at stake, there was a reluctance on MCM's part to try and fix things - no change there - shes as stubborn as a mule in most things and our relationship was no exception. But this time I was more sceptical than usual - My spidy-senses have rarely been wrong and I was spinning a whole heap of webs on this one. And as to my (unsurprising) surprise I find the day after she says that this time we won't go back cos she's too hurt and feeling so bad and is in no mood for dating or relationships etc. etc. etc. - she's there spilling her love to some (insert vernacular word for female anatomy) that she trawled up on Facebook.
Nice. Cheers love.
So then we enter phase 2 - anger. which lasted about oooohhhh I dunno - possibly a good 5 minutes. You see - she has a bit of a track record here. And you know what they say about leopards - and its not that their bloody fast although pardon the pun here - the last time I saw someone get over something that fast John Mills was tunneling underneath it to escape Colditz.
But very shortly, having reflected on it, I hit a thermal and rose above it. I am a better person. I have love to give and now I can find someone worthy of receiving it and hopefully mirroring it back. Maybe I have been soft hearted before but is that such a bad thing? The books and stereotypes say that 'women love a bastard' - well sorry chum but most of the women I know will happily tell a bastard to swivel on it rather than let him go out and get blind drunk with his mates, have a fight, chomp down a kebab, flirt with some tart whose all tits and arse hanging out all over the place before coming home and expecting sex. As I say ladies of the world - if this is what's floating your boat? - you really need to consider alternative transport.
So there - now you know. I'm sorry to those that like by blog and it's injection of humour I try to instill in it - normal service will be resumed very shortly........some day my princess will come - and with any luck about the same time as me ;o) diddely boom tish!!
Told you normal service would resume shortly didn't I?
Saturday, 5 April 2008
Niggles - Grrrr!
I've had irritations today - not the sort that require you to go to a doctor for some cream or worse - 'the clinic' No no no, just things that have got on my wick:
1. I pay Sky almost £40 per month for them to bombard my TV with stuff that was already old when I was a kid - today I watched an episode of Columbo which was older than I am and that was followed by an episode of 'The Professionals' which I remember back in the days of yore meant that it was bedtime. Repeats are both in my opinion a blessing and a curse - I can watch what I regard as classics over and over but when you've seen Del Boy fall through that bar over 1000 times the magic simply isn't there anymore.
2. I went looking for a new car today and found loads - all of which I simply cannot afford - these days all garages seem to sell cars which are literally last years models at next years prices - the reason for this? well it's twofold. The first is that everyone seems to have been brainwashed over the last few years by the need to have a new car - this being the case there comes the second problem - personal finance. It is so easy these days to get credit you can have everything you want right here - right now. But, cars are singularly the fastest depreciating things in the world - did you know that as soon as you sign the ownership document of a brand new £110k Rolls Royce Phantom it becomes an £80K Rolls Royce Phantom simply because it is now second hand. I personally don't want to spend the next 5 years of my life paying £6K for a car that's now worth £4k that by the time I have paid said £6k is worth £1.5K - as Mr Spock said - that's illogical!
3. I went for a shower earlier and decided it was pamper day so I get my leave in conditioner and it says plainly on the tub 'Use an amount about the same size as a pea' Well, I'm a man so clearly I know better so I promptly use an amount as specified 'about the size of a pea'......providing peas these days are about the same size as a cricket ball. I stand there for the required 5 minutes which of course means 10 minutes as 5 minutes is clearly not nearly long enough. Then it happens. The gentle cascade of water which has been lovingly running down my body turns ICE cold - yes my dear sweet boiler possessed by the spirits of Rasputin and Hitler has decided to play its game of 'Ha! he's in the shower - lets break!' This is not good when you have external plumbing as men do. I get out of the shower now freezing my nuts off - literally - well not literally, I am happy to report they are still firmly attached to me, trudge down the stairs, walk into the kitchen and wham the boiler with my fist - this usually works and sure enough 'click' it fires up - unfortunately my neighbour happens to be walking past the back of my house and yes you guessed it - hearing the 'Bang!' as I deck the boiler turns to see me butt naked with what looks like a whale has ejaculated on my head. I have never been so grateful for having a high work surface in my kitchen. I return to the shower and get in whereupon the water is now being sourced directly from the cooling system of a nuclear power station. Triffic! after a few minutes of fiddling - with the controls not with my anatomy! I am again in shower heaven. Now it comes to washing out the conditioner which given my bravado of measure means that its now taking about 20 minutes to actually leave my head. Still my hair is back to its usual floppiness until I go to work at stupid o'clock tomorrow whereupon it will need 'product' to make it behave despite there being only be me and 3 other capitalists working for time and a half - I still have standards you know!
4. Why is it that young girls these days seem to think that it is totally acceptable to squeeze themselves into jeans a size too small for them and clingy tops giving the visual impression that they have rings akin to an earth based Saturn? Everywhere I go these days this phenomenon is around me - hear what girls - you ain't that thin no more! not since you discovered Bacardi Breezers have those jeans fitted you, so do the decent thing and go buy some new ones. Make no mistake I'm no Charles Atlas but I and all the women I know know that it doesn't do to kid yourself when it comes to jeans and 'overspilling' eugh! The same thing could be said today when I witnessed what scientists have been trying to look for for years - perpetual motion. My mother very kindly took me off to the pub for lunch and a few tables away there was what I first thought was a Volvo or possibly a hopeful waiting to be cast for 'Free Willie 9 - This time it's personal' but it was in fact a woman (I assume) wearing a shocking pink vest top (possibly a poncho to more lithe folk) with 'Sexy' written on it - Resisting the urge to call trading standards and report an obvious case of misrepresentation I watched as the family ate. At no point during the entire meal did her hands or jaw stop moving for a moment she even managed to hold a conversation with her husband who was 1/3 her size and also remonstrating some of the ugliest children I've ever seen - they had faces only a mother could love - If they were my kids I could get them jobs sitting on church gables to ward off evil. Either this woman had gills or her family has become immune to particles of food becoming airborne each mealtime.
5. Statistics. 83.9% of all statistics are made up on the spot of which 56.4% are total lies and allowing for a 4.76% margin of error means that any statics (like this one) is total bollocks. So please news gathers of the world please stop quoting statistics to us -we know you're making it up and moreover we don't care that 89.9% of people don't know what anti-dissestablishmentarianism is or that 24.1% of people over 89 are likely to not see out the night.
6. The Beckhams - I neither know nor care if your lives are perfect or just plain bloody miserable - you are vacuous wastes of space and your attitude that 'oh we're so rich but still not happy' is frankly more annoying than a dose of thrush in a brothel.
7. Joss Stone's 'gratuitous' chest caress on the flake ad - Look love as the kit kat advert once said - you can't sing, you can't dance - you look awful....... yet sadly you still keep banging away at it don't you? - bugger off! We need a proper Flake advert but in my mind it would possibly be only able to be shown post watershed - if you want to inject some sex into a choccie ad get some trussed up slapper (check your local Walkabout - I'm sure you can find one) and get her to lie on the floor and bring herself off with it - job done. I personally find Joss Stone as sexy as an iron lung.
8. My hair and nails appear to be growing at phenomenal speed - I can only put this down to a protein surplus due to the current hosepipe ban in effect. When/if the ban does get lifted my ejaculatory war cry will probably be heard in Canada.
9. Heather Mills - the whole country hates you and if I hear you or your new comrade in arms Yoko Bloody Ono going on about how being a Beatles ex is such a strain on your Louis Vitton wallet I will happily ask you to transfer you meagre £23M to me and then I will give you an honest opinion in 12 months if life really is so bloody terrible.
There's probably more but I'm hungry and need something to eat - watch this space for the next gripping installment!
1. I pay Sky almost £40 per month for them to bombard my TV with stuff that was already old when I was a kid - today I watched an episode of Columbo which was older than I am and that was followed by an episode of 'The Professionals' which I remember back in the days of yore meant that it was bedtime. Repeats are both in my opinion a blessing and a curse - I can watch what I regard as classics over and over but when you've seen Del Boy fall through that bar over 1000 times the magic simply isn't there anymore.
2. I went looking for a new car today and found loads - all of which I simply cannot afford - these days all garages seem to sell cars which are literally last years models at next years prices - the reason for this? well it's twofold. The first is that everyone seems to have been brainwashed over the last few years by the need to have a new car - this being the case there comes the second problem - personal finance. It is so easy these days to get credit you can have everything you want right here - right now. But, cars are singularly the fastest depreciating things in the world - did you know that as soon as you sign the ownership document of a brand new £110k Rolls Royce Phantom it becomes an £80K Rolls Royce Phantom simply because it is now second hand. I personally don't want to spend the next 5 years of my life paying £6K for a car that's now worth £4k that by the time I have paid said £6k is worth £1.5K - as Mr Spock said - that's illogical!
3. I went for a shower earlier and decided it was pamper day so I get my leave in conditioner and it says plainly on the tub 'Use an amount about the same size as a pea' Well, I'm a man so clearly I know better so I promptly use an amount as specified 'about the size of a pea'......providing peas these days are about the same size as a cricket ball. I stand there for the required 5 minutes which of course means 10 minutes as 5 minutes is clearly not nearly long enough. Then it happens. The gentle cascade of water which has been lovingly running down my body turns ICE cold - yes my dear sweet boiler possessed by the spirits of Rasputin and Hitler has decided to play its game of 'Ha! he's in the shower - lets break!' This is not good when you have external plumbing as men do. I get out of the shower now freezing my nuts off - literally - well not literally, I am happy to report they are still firmly attached to me, trudge down the stairs, walk into the kitchen and wham the boiler with my fist - this usually works and sure enough 'click' it fires up - unfortunately my neighbour happens to be walking past the back of my house and yes you guessed it - hearing the 'Bang!' as I deck the boiler turns to see me butt naked with what looks like a whale has ejaculated on my head. I have never been so grateful for having a high work surface in my kitchen. I return to the shower and get in whereupon the water is now being sourced directly from the cooling system of a nuclear power station. Triffic! after a few minutes of fiddling - with the controls not with my anatomy! I am again in shower heaven. Now it comes to washing out the conditioner which given my bravado of measure means that its now taking about 20 minutes to actually leave my head. Still my hair is back to its usual floppiness until I go to work at stupid o'clock tomorrow whereupon it will need 'product' to make it behave despite there being only be me and 3 other capitalists working for time and a half - I still have standards you know!
4. Why is it that young girls these days seem to think that it is totally acceptable to squeeze themselves into jeans a size too small for them and clingy tops giving the visual impression that they have rings akin to an earth based Saturn? Everywhere I go these days this phenomenon is around me - hear what girls - you ain't that thin no more! not since you discovered Bacardi Breezers have those jeans fitted you, so do the decent thing and go buy some new ones. Make no mistake I'm no Charles Atlas but I and all the women I know know that it doesn't do to kid yourself when it comes to jeans and 'overspilling' eugh! The same thing could be said today when I witnessed what scientists have been trying to look for for years - perpetual motion. My mother very kindly took me off to the pub for lunch and a few tables away there was what I first thought was a Volvo or possibly a hopeful waiting to be cast for 'Free Willie 9 - This time it's personal' but it was in fact a woman (I assume) wearing a shocking pink vest top (possibly a poncho to more lithe folk) with 'Sexy' written on it - Resisting the urge to call trading standards and report an obvious case of misrepresentation I watched as the family ate. At no point during the entire meal did her hands or jaw stop moving for a moment she even managed to hold a conversation with her husband who was 1/3 her size and also remonstrating some of the ugliest children I've ever seen - they had faces only a mother could love - If they were my kids I could get them jobs sitting on church gables to ward off evil. Either this woman had gills or her family has become immune to particles of food becoming airborne each mealtime.
5. Statistics. 83.9% of all statistics are made up on the spot of which 56.4% are total lies and allowing for a 4.76% margin of error means that any statics (like this one) is total bollocks. So please news gathers of the world please stop quoting statistics to us -we know you're making it up and moreover we don't care that 89.9% of people don't know what anti-dissestablishmentarianism is or that 24.1% of people over 89 are likely to not see out the night.
6. The Beckhams - I neither know nor care if your lives are perfect or just plain bloody miserable - you are vacuous wastes of space and your attitude that 'oh we're so rich but still not happy' is frankly more annoying than a dose of thrush in a brothel.
7. Joss Stone's 'gratuitous' chest caress on the flake ad - Look love as the kit kat advert once said - you can't sing, you can't dance - you look awful....... yet sadly you still keep banging away at it don't you? - bugger off! We need a proper Flake advert but in my mind it would possibly be only able to be shown post watershed - if you want to inject some sex into a choccie ad get some trussed up slapper (check your local Walkabout - I'm sure you can find one) and get her to lie on the floor and bring herself off with it - job done. I personally find Joss Stone as sexy as an iron lung.
8. My hair and nails appear to be growing at phenomenal speed - I can only put this down to a protein surplus due to the current hosepipe ban in effect. When/if the ban does get lifted my ejaculatory war cry will probably be heard in Canada.
9. Heather Mills - the whole country hates you and if I hear you or your new comrade in arms Yoko Bloody Ono going on about how being a Beatles ex is such a strain on your Louis Vitton wallet I will happily ask you to transfer you meagre £23M to me and then I will give you an honest opinion in 12 months if life really is so bloody terrible.
There's probably more but I'm hungry and need something to eat - watch this space for the next gripping installment!
Thursday, 3 April 2008
Spring has sprung - so why no 'Boing Boing'??
Officially it is now summer, or more accurately - Spring. It must be spring as I am 'on a break'. I came to this realisation the other day; Where spring traditionally signifies new life and new beginnings for me at least it usually signifies an end or at least a hiatus to my current relationship. It's been this way since I embarked on my road of 'serious relationships' and do you know what - I'm bloody pissed off with it.
So today after yet another day flogging my guts out as a managers assistant (hear what yeah? for all the managers I assist - I assist you - I am not paid nearly as much as you, so please stop sending me work along the lines of 'Can you demolish your building, rebuild it exactly as it was just 6 inches to the left of where it was, by close of business today while I go out and kiss some ass on a golf course' I am doing your goddam job for you so would it bloody hurt to say thanks now and again? And by the way the reason I can assist you is because I have infinitely more knowledge of what I and the business can do and are doing than you do - but in case you hadn't noticed I'm cc'ing the work I'M doing via both my manager and your area director - I'll be out Tuesday afternoon being fitted for a shaded monocle for my ass by the way, as they think the sun shines out of mine.)
Where was I? Oh yeah.... I was driving home reflecting on how crap things are at the mo and what comes on the radio to cheer me up?? Bloody Snowpatrol with 'Run' Now there's a song to slash your wrists to. Thankfully for me I was already dying simply by being trapped inside my god awful BMW which sadly despite my erratic driving style recently remains completely unscratched never mind 'totalled'.
I am a bit of a channel surfer at the best of times and the radio is no exception. A few quick presses of a few buttons and then......... 'boom....di boom.... boom boom di boom Whyyyyy do you build me up......... buttercup baby when you let me down........'
Now this instantly lifted my spirits and as I rolled down the windows cranked up the stereo, popped on my Police shades I felt.....well......pretty damn OK.
It was like something out of a film, suddenly the traffic eased and I cruised along the coast road on my way home, the breeze wafting into the car as the sun beat down on a royal blue sea caressing the golden sand of the bay. Things could be worse.
At the risk of sounding Narcissistic, work are currently loving me. This is a good thing. As an almost Macbethian time approaches I am subtly becoming noticed as having a little more knowledge and clout than some of my superiors and I have aspirations of leadership. A Schadenfreuden turn of events has also presented itself with 2 local managers deciding 'Sod this for a lark - I'm off!'.
Like a sine wave - for every peak - there is a trough. Normally they follow each other but I find my personal life in a trough, whilst conversely my professional one is riding high.
Harumph. There are times I wish it was inverted as to be totally honest - I'm gagging for it :o( - Anyone fancy a bunk up???
On the up side mind you, I have got some new books and thanks to also having new glasses I now have three pairs which means I can keep my old pair next to the few books I have in the bathroom (Yes I know - it's a guy thing OK?) and have other pairs in other places. To be honest I don't really need glasses - I just need them for using a computer, reading and seeing pretty much.........well, everything. But, as I said I have a mildly Narcissistic strain so unless I'm trying to look thoughtful or inteligent I don't like to wear them.
I was driving into work this morning and people watching as I am always doing - as a wannabe novelist you find yourself watching people and metomorphosising them into your characters sometimes - well I do anyway. I felt sad at something I saw; a car stopped at lights in front of me I saw the female passenger turn to the male driver and say something, the door opened and she made every effort to get out as slowly as possible, the male driver never stopped looking ahead and looked at the lights - there was no kiss and she walked to the pavement her head down, her expression sallow and she looked a little crushed. I felt for her. The lights change and he drives off without so much as a momentary glance back at her. She continues her lonely trudge down the pavement hugging her jacket to her, maybe the only hug she'll get today. I got to thinking, if he crashes that car and ends up in hospital or worse - he'll regret that this morning. I've never liked parting with anyone on bad or strained terms - even if its just going to work, you don't know what's going to happen in the next 24 hours or the next 24 minutes. I pride myself on always leaving my loved one knowing they are loved - I just wish I had the same returned to me.
So, with all that in mind I leave you with the final thought of Jerry Springer - be good to yourselves - and each other.
So today after yet another day flogging my guts out as a managers assistant (hear what yeah? for all the managers I assist - I assist you - I am not paid nearly as much as you, so please stop sending me work along the lines of 'Can you demolish your building, rebuild it exactly as it was just 6 inches to the left of where it was, by close of business today while I go out and kiss some ass on a golf course' I am doing your goddam job for you so would it bloody hurt to say thanks now and again? And by the way the reason I can assist you is because I have infinitely more knowledge of what I and the business can do and are doing than you do - but in case you hadn't noticed I'm cc'ing the work I'M doing via both my manager and your area director - I'll be out Tuesday afternoon being fitted for a shaded monocle for my ass by the way, as they think the sun shines out of mine.)
Where was I? Oh yeah.... I was driving home reflecting on how crap things are at the mo and what comes on the radio to cheer me up?? Bloody Snowpatrol with 'Run' Now there's a song to slash your wrists to. Thankfully for me I was already dying simply by being trapped inside my god awful BMW which sadly despite my erratic driving style recently remains completely unscratched never mind 'totalled'.
I am a bit of a channel surfer at the best of times and the radio is no exception. A few quick presses of a few buttons and then......... 'boom....di boom.... boom boom di boom Whyyyyy do you build me up......... buttercup baby when you let me down........'
Now this instantly lifted my spirits and as I rolled down the windows cranked up the stereo, popped on my Police shades I felt.....well......pretty damn OK.
It was like something out of a film, suddenly the traffic eased and I cruised along the coast road on my way home, the breeze wafting into the car as the sun beat down on a royal blue sea caressing the golden sand of the bay. Things could be worse.
At the risk of sounding Narcissistic, work are currently loving me. This is a good thing. As an almost Macbethian time approaches I am subtly becoming noticed as having a little more knowledge and clout than some of my superiors and I have aspirations of leadership. A Schadenfreuden turn of events has also presented itself with 2 local managers deciding 'Sod this for a lark - I'm off!'.
Like a sine wave - for every peak - there is a trough. Normally they follow each other but I find my personal life in a trough, whilst conversely my professional one is riding high.
Harumph. There are times I wish it was inverted as to be totally honest - I'm gagging for it :o( - Anyone fancy a bunk up???
On the up side mind you, I have got some new books and thanks to also having new glasses I now have three pairs which means I can keep my old pair next to the few books I have in the bathroom (Yes I know - it's a guy thing OK?) and have other pairs in other places. To be honest I don't really need glasses - I just need them for using a computer, reading and seeing pretty much.........well, everything. But, as I said I have a mildly Narcissistic strain so unless I'm trying to look thoughtful or inteligent I don't like to wear them.
I was driving into work this morning and people watching as I am always doing - as a wannabe novelist you find yourself watching people and metomorphosising them into your characters sometimes - well I do anyway. I felt sad at something I saw; a car stopped at lights in front of me I saw the female passenger turn to the male driver and say something, the door opened and she made every effort to get out as slowly as possible, the male driver never stopped looking ahead and looked at the lights - there was no kiss and she walked to the pavement her head down, her expression sallow and she looked a little crushed. I felt for her. The lights change and he drives off without so much as a momentary glance back at her. She continues her lonely trudge down the pavement hugging her jacket to her, maybe the only hug she'll get today. I got to thinking, if he crashes that car and ends up in hospital or worse - he'll regret that this morning. I've never liked parting with anyone on bad or strained terms - even if its just going to work, you don't know what's going to happen in the next 24 hours or the next 24 minutes. I pride myself on always leaving my loved one knowing they are loved - I just wish I had the same returned to me.
So, with all that in mind I leave you with the final thought of Jerry Springer - be good to yourselves - and each other.
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