Morning my fabulous fripples of friction! I have risen with a smile on my face, a peek at the sunshine and a breath that is assuring me everything will be okay.
As soon as i woke up this morning, i wished a friend of mine (@Eddclay) a rather ‘Happy Birthday‘ and then told them how much they meant to me. It went something like ‘ You are delicious.’ Then i paused and thought about all the people i had temporarily left behind in life. I don’t deliberately leave people behind. ‘Moving’ happens. I’m a kitten who has a forever changing life. My surroundings change, my world changes, my chapter changes and constantly. In each phase, i tend to make my mark on people, (Aaah the good old reputation of *sizzle,*) and when i do, unexpected close bonds of friendships are formed. After a while, the ‘pull’ of life gets me good, and i find myself packing a bag, placing on heels and strutting onto my next adventure.. I always return. I alway do. But i just needed to make sure that the grass wasn’t all that greener. (I will tell you a secret..and that is the… grass is always greener. Not being able to handle it, terrifies us and sends us moonwalking back to safety. However either way…it’s fun!)
The reason why i need to stop leaving people behind is simply because when i do…bad shit happens. Towards the end of last year, i side stepped away from Gay Adam, all huffy and puffy and filled with *red.* It’s six months later and after remembering all the good times we shared, all the cocktails, all the times he was there for me, all the love life drama he aided me through and the fact that i found myself on a childs merry go around, that runs only on quids, at 4am in Romford. I inspired Gay Adam, i did, i did…and i missed him, so i recently slowly shimmied back, to try and get us back to ‘buddies.’ (Which is easy if one’s a gay and the other is off the telly…add gin to that and it’s abusive.)
Okay, most people, during my absense go through a ‘crazy’ phase…and well i left Gay Adam for a few short calender months and what did he do in that time??? [Commit to a *hair toss here*] He felt up Greeks, lost 30lbs, took up the guitar and bought himself a Hamster. A HAMSTER!!!. He named her ‘Roxii.’ I called her ‘Chavvy.‘ He assured me she’d be dead in a month. (This is why i shouldn’t leave people!)
I mean my ex-Jonny for example…i leave him behind temporarily and now he is NEVER found on a drunken mid-week night, in a bundle of butch trannies, trying to figure out if he made out with the ‘edgy’ one. He now stays home and paints his bathroom ‘pebble beach.’ What has become of everyone!!!! I mean i thought he’d surely have herpes by now, a pair of heels…or a tattoo. No-one’s learning anything!!!
Luckily Samuel…(my big gay saviour) is doing just fine. I move away temporarily, and he’s still stalking hot bodied movie stars and drooling over deliciousness. He’s the only one doing me proud!! We miss each other. But i will be back to play with that beast shortly! *shimmie-shimmie.*
Anyway, i’ve got to get ready…i’m apparently hanging out with Loverboy this afternoon before he has to go to work. We’re fighting right now. I fought with him ALL night. I’m good at ruining everything, yet i just don’t like that we were laid in our hotel bed together naked, and he accidentally picked up the phone to his ex-girlfriend to give her directions. I think that’s disrespectful… am i insane? I don’t know? I mean later on in the day, he brought it up.. remember, when i was sipping my raspberry mojito, with an ‘I wonder why [enter a chick name here] called me?’ Erm…you said FOR DIRECTIONS!! Don’t try and make me jealous, before i’m boozed up! I’m viscious sober. I mean i’m an attention whore. (We know this!) I like full attention on Me. (Heeellllooo?) If it’s not…and especially if part of it has been given to an old flame (eww much) …..you’re in trouble. Really big trouble. He’s trying to talk his way out of it….but i’m an expert when it comes to people talking themselves out of shiteroo. Nice try! Forgiveness denied. (Gifts would be good.) I’m currently being told by a chick friend that i’m a Glamour Puss that only likes life when i’m single…and because i very rarely am. I apparently enjoy short, sharp fireworky bursts of love and whenever i feel like it. I’m still just gonna go with ‘gifts would be good.’