Scrap That

I've just re-read a post I just wrote and I really don't like it. I think I just had a lot of things to get off my chest and I was in an over-thinking mood. So I'm taking it off and summarising it instead.

Basically:

• this weekend I visited 2 friends in 2 different British cities;
• I didn't like the fact that my friends didn't look out for me;
• I didn't like some of my friends' friends, because they didn't make any effort with me, despite me trying with them;
• I nearly, but didn't, sleep with a guy I slept with 3yrs ago;
• I've lost my voice again, and therefore feel ill again, and also feel quite sorry for myself!

Yep, I think that just about summarises my dragged-out and boring explanation in the previous post!

I meant to write about Joe though... He's an interesting one.
I'm not sure why, but I never mentioned it in my post at the time, but last time I slept with him I vowed I never would again. Joe is really very gorgeous. He's an absolute charmer, hillariously funny, and everybody's best friend. On top of that he has a wealthy family and, now he's graduated, he's working as a boat designer and being paid accordingly. He's a very eligible bachelor. But (and it probably shouldn't be such a big but, and it shouldn't be such a big deal but...) he's useless in bed. SUCH a crying shame! I'm not going to go into details, but it makes me so sad to think about it. So... there was no sexitime this weekend, and there hasn't really been any for a while but, you know, I'm actually quite content with that. I'm still really not interested in menfolk!

The World Gone Mad

This afternoon I discovered my class being taught Baa Baa Black Grey Sheep. You know, that well-loved traditional nursery rhyme? Yea, I was taught it differently too.
I thought it was just rumours being spread about there being a ban on singing Black Sheep, but sadly not.

Baa baa grey sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the kitten and one for the cat,
and one for the guinea pig to knit a woolley hat...

SERIOUSLY?? Has anyone ever seen a grey sheep, anyway?

I meant to ask the teacher at the end of the lesson why the hell she was teaching that version, but I forgot to mention it.

Swim Swim Gym.

I planned on meeting Caroline this evening for our weekly gossip and wine binge, but it hasn't quite worked out. Yesterday evening Alasdair mentioned he was off to see a film at Warwick Arts Centre. I nearly dismissed the invite; I'd got stuck into another World Of Work Rut whereby I think I can't possibly enjoy myself on a school night and believe that spending the night in front of the TV is the sensible thing to do. It is the sensible thing to do, but it's not what I want to do! So I acquiesced and had a lovely evening reading subtitles (seriously, it was lovely. But he's already written about the film better than I would.)

Anywho, after thanking Alasdair for getting me out of my work-hermit lifestyle, I appear to have slipped back into it already! Well, kind of... I have called Caroline and cancelled tonight's frivolities, but for legitimate reasons (namely, that I'm knackered after swimming, and Dad took forever to cook dinner, and I didn't want to walk in the dark, but also didn't want to ask Dad for more lifts.)

This afternoon's swim was slightly fantastic though... It just so happened that an old friend of mine was life-guarding. I've not seen him in 2yrs or so, which meant he gave me a huge hug (the kind of hug where your feet leave the ground). But then his presence meant my swim was pretty good, because I had someone to show off to. I only really push myself when I've got either someone look good in front of, or someone I want to beat. I realised that when I run on my own I'm much more likely to give up and walk, and if I'm swimming on my own I don't do half as many lengths!

This realisation also made me understand a bit more why people go to gyms... I always thought I'd get bored at a gym, just staring at the same walls, but this evening I noticed there were lots of hot men. Surely they'd serve as a distraction? And surely they'd spur me on to show off a bit and push myself more. I think I may be getting myself gym membership soon!

My Baby.

Can you believe someone ever thought this was a good idea for a child's toy??

(Re-posted after being so shocked at seeing it on Stellardreams's Livejournal!)

I remember Tiny Tears when I was younger; a doll that cried and wet it's nappy... but Baby PeePee?? With a retractable penis that sprays middle-aged men in the face?
And then I remembered My Baby All Gone:

My bestfriend Joanne had one of those when we were about seven and I was so jealous. The cherries smelt of, well, cherries!

Baby doll toys are pretty screwed up already, without Baby PeePee adding to it!