Cor limey

It feels weird coming back here after a year, especially re-reading my last post. Ha! I thought I was the one doing the heartbreaking! Fat chance. Basically, last July the cnut in question was over here to shag me while, back home on an unnamed Mediterranean island/EU state, his missus was entering her 8^th month of pregnancy. Suffice to say, I did not know this at the time. I found out by sheer chance (and Facebook) earlier this year. Well, I hope he’s happy. Actually, I don’t. And I bet he isn’t. Karma owes him a massive booting.

Soooo......a year, eh? What have I been up to, you cry?

• · I moved house. Twice. West London, these days.
• · I got back on the boy horse, eventually, with a quite bemusing fuckbuddy scenario which was inexplicably ended before I was quite finished. I’m not sure why such a cosy and mutually beneficial setup was called off; all I know is I’m hacked off that my needs stopped being fulfilled (and they were – my life is fine without a full time bloke. All I need is someone to pop round once a week to hold me and give me a good seeing to before fucking off back home). Stupid boy.
• · I may have scared off a friend who now thinks I like him. I though I did, for a while, but actually it’s a big gay hero-worship/older brother figure thing, confused by the fact that he is rather pretty. If I did really like him in a boy-girl way, then I’d be more heartbroken that he doesn’t like me ‘like that’ than I was by being told the same thing by the fuckbuddy, who I didn’t even really fancy in the first place. Meh, he’ll get over it.
• · I tried to be an Egghead. I sucked.
• · I escaped the BBC, and now live a life on the edge with zero job security and maximum hours sitting on the sofa. Hoorah.

· Um....

That’s it.