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 CLEANER