It’s 5pm, I’ve just got home from a mentals days work only to find the Mighty Samson had decided to scatter feathers around the lounge from his latest killing. He’s looking pretty proud of himself. I, on the other hand, am not impressed. Little bugger!
Anyhoo, I wont fill you in on the last 2 years, only on the last couple of months.
They start back when my partner at the time, and love of my life, had just returned from England.
About here is where my life began to spiral on a completely different course than expected.
Completely out of the blue (and yes, I really do mean completely) I found myself single again after a year and a half. I gave up a heck of a lot for this person (one or two of my poems kinda touch on that – as some of you know), and totally supported him and his career, but it seems that left little room for myself in his books. MY interpretation anyway.
I still have no real explination, bar a few here-say tid bits that have been passed on from mutual folks, and I don’t ever expect to. What I do know, is the only reasons I have been given by this particular person are a complete load of bollicks, and his presumption of things were wrong. But you get that.
At least I know I was honest. I haven’t even found it in me to be angry at him. I have tried, but that lasts for all of 10 seconds. Perhaps, one day, there’ll be a dart board on the wall for that very purpose… nah, probably not 
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I wont mention names, because I don’t think that’s very nice on either party (might save that for the auto-biography, which I’ve already started!, hehe)
I guess that’s what I get when I play with the puppies huh. Needless to say, some mates are happy about the outcome and wondered what I was ever thinking anyway…to which I replied, you look past the cover and see inside. That is what matters most, so long as the inside is true and open. There was nothing wrong within his pages. Apart from me /
Phew, now that’s out of my system, onwards and upwards.
I did already have a couple of posts near ready to post up here, but I think I’ll just brief over them instead.
My small cluster of friends have grown ten fold. I don’t quite know what happened, but it’s almost as if those from my past knew I needed them and they all began to contact me again. Spooky, but wonderful all the same. Because of this, and because of the wonderful mates I already had, and even the new ones! I have found myself with very little idle time on my hands. Hense why my great intentions of keeping my site updated didn’t happen. I’m so ashamed!
So, let me cast my mind back…. I know I’ve played an exceptional amount of pool with two groups of folks, I can’t understand why I’m still fairly talentless at it. I found that I still suck at 10 pin bowling. I’ve seen a few movies, and watched random DVDs at a mates place in Ponsonby till all hours of the morning. I’ve been into town clubbing a few times.. I’ve been jet skiing for the first time – in which I started off rather dubiously, and by the afternoon was going full throttle, jumping, doing donuts, and dunking my mate (sorry Nats ) ). and getting completely saturated myself. I was fully clothed because there was no way the wetsuits would fit me. I’m just a weeny lass. I lost my license, my witness wasn’t there (though he said he would be and even asked a week prior when the court date was), which peeved the judge because I wasted court time. So she gave me a harsher sentence that shocked even the prosecutor and officer that originally booked me. D’oh!.
I’ve been to Napier to hang out with my brother, his family, my sister, her fiance (congrats guys!) and his son. Even the 5 hour each way trip as a passanger didn’t bug me. It was the first time in ages that I’ve been down there and felt totally at ease and relaxed.
I’ve had a couple job offers that I turned down, and I applied for a job to which I was told “you’re perfect for the job, but you don’t know the job, apply again in 6 months time” .. um, isn’t that what training is for?. I never got past the recruitment agency (whom, I have since been told, are a pack of egotistical maniacs wth unrealistic ideals on who is best suited). These things happen.
I’ve had a bakers dozen of fellas ask me out at varying times. I only agreed to one. I got merrily drunk with him one Friday,
and had an absolute blast, but I am so not ready for anything more at the moment. We will definately hang out again though.
Oh dear, I just got a call informing me that my costume (as shown below) had arrived for an up and coming fancy dress night. Apparently it’s teenier than expected. . I call it Snow Slapper! Originally the theme was 80’s TV personalities, but everyone kinda got side tracked from that. Should prove to be a funny night though. I’ll be sure and post some pics up when I get some.
Side note – I just had my costume delivered by my personal courier (thanks Ross!) Holy crap it’s short! But it’s a small, and it fits. Weeee, gonna be a fun night.
Must stop rambling now. Until next time
Tally Ho!
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