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Pete has been driving me insane today! Woke up at 8am, with weird googly eyes. I got patted awake by a lovely lady, who needed someone to complain to. I’m great at these moments because i’m quite good at listenning when i’m asleep. I look all attentive and everything. Oh and incase you didn’t know…i often apparently sleep with my eyes open, which champions me through looking like i’m listenning. It’s really not mean. Yet more just selfish. It’s the difference between eating cakes infront of fatties and telling them they need to lose weight and just not giving the skinny kids your cake.

Anyway, yeah I have NO CLUE, as to what the lovely lady was complaining about? I think it was about traffic or Burmese people? Yet i did at one point attempt to open my eyes fully and OMG, one eye wobbled its way to the right and the other strained its way ‘up and left a bit’…I looked like a slutty drunk Geisha…ON CRACK! Therefore i went back to the ‘asleep’ mode. It worked better for me. Beauty sleep is an essential part to Glamour pussing. Plus, when people are complaining about traffic. They really just want you to hear them out. They don’t really want or need you to care. Just to ‘pretend’ listen.

THEN…i  made the entire WRONG move (Well Done Wunna)  by reaching for my Blackberry (oh the reach) and calling Loverboy, at 8.45am and simply because i missed him. We’ve been really wonderful recently. Yet calling ’8hr boys’ before they are ready to wake, is a GIANT mistake. No matter how much they adore you. You have woken them against their will. The entire conversation was pretty much like me strutting into his cave of comfort and DRAGGING him out, by his ‘itty bitty’ hair for a lovely lot of morning banter. I oddly kind of did to him, what had just happened to me. Weird how we do that? We really shouldn’t! People pick up bad habits along the way. Be it from an ex- lover, a best friend, or a lady who wants to moan about traffic & Burmese people. Being YOU always..can kind of be a difficult thing to master. *Trips over herself-finds sequins under a rock.*

Anyway, the conversation started off all lovely and kind. All cheery and sweet. Then 20 minutes later we got to the point and due to ‘just woken uppness’ where Pete WRONGLY responded with ‘That’s YOUR problem. NOT MINE!‘ In regards to how tired i was due to my pregnancy! OUCH!! It all went downhill from there! We batted back and forth. Dug emotional holes and set mental mind traps and then watched each other explode in them. NEVER call a boy before he is ready to wake.

I’m super sensitive about my upcoming bambino, due to my love of her. Therefore any sort of inappropriate *jab* i will take quite badly…and mainly because i am extremely feisty! OMG! I went to TOWN on him! Men don’t really have to go through what a woman goes through during her pregnancy. It’s the hardest thing i have EVER had to juggle in my LIFE and i’m doing it pretty goddamn well! Therefore being ME…i told him exactly what i thought of his juicy little statement…what lovely characteristics he lacked as a boyfriend AND how rubbish he was at being a soon to be ‘Papa’…and then i threw in some of those delicious ‘home truths’ that no-one likes to hear. But that’s mainly because i’m a bitch. Touche’! (Lets just say, it will be the last time he EVER makes a statement like that again! My pregnancy, is MY problem? Nice try! I TOOK HIM TO THE EMOTIONAL CLEANERS!)

Ofcourse, like Wazza said yesterday…i’m REALLY stubborn…which is an awful trait. I took it a bit too far where i’m in a complete flood of phone tears, i’m blaming him for everything and yes ofcourse for not loving me (we always do that one, don’t we..lol) and then it made him cry! He doesn’t like pressure or to be yelled at, therefore the  stress of it all, made him weep. Yeah he put up a good fight, but then went on to say (before the tears) that he had to ‘put up with this shit’ which ofcourse made a little Glamour Puss, who had calmed right down, go for a *frowny* face once more and head right back in to BATTLE!!! *Gets on stallion- Charges in!*

Bottomline, i won! (I know i’ve won, when i’ve managed to yell a lot, yet my eyelashes have managed to stay glued on, during the entire process.) I only know how to WIN from previously always losing in life! TRAGIC! I’ve now calmed down and feel like i’ve wasted my whole entire FREE day, emotionally battling a ‘Handsome’ simply because i was hurt. Hurt feelings are awful little bleeders aren’t they? They make some cry. They make some fight. They make some laugh and make some hide. All you have to remember is that, that particular moment is a TINY moment, in your entire ‘rest of life.’ Get over it, before it gets over you! 

 I’m fine now, but because i *hung up* and walked away. At times that’s the best thing to do. The ‘see drama-strut off.’ Yet at least i stood my ground. At least he’ll NEVER talk to me like that again. And at least we’re all okay now. (Well i haven’t technically made up with him yet. But usually when i’m okay, WE’RE okay.)

I was meant to do lunch with him today, but told him that i didn’t want to, even though he was very much needing to see me. I now wnat lunch. HAHAHA. After seeing how bare my cupboards seem to be! It’s a bit too late now, unless i hurry up and get ready. I’m dodge balling all drama right now. Therefore i’m wanting to make the peace, to keep the peace. God, i’m actually growing up! But HOW DARE he tell me, my pregnancy tiredness was MY problem and NOT his!! I’m carrying OUR child. I’m even having to WADDLE!!! I’m not even drinking!!! Helllooooo? All HE did technically was *bonk* a hot girl 5 months ago and celebrate being a Father!! If he could feel like me for ONE moment of a minute…he’d be crying his pretty, sober-ass, back ache to SLEEP!!! (I should call him now and make up.)

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