Goodness. I have so many blogs yet I cannot find a suitable place to write this. That is quite frankly triple merde.
And makes no sense.
But yes. I have decided to do away with this blog. I wish I could do away with the layout too. The words are so tiny there is almost no point. Then again, it is not as if I would like this to be read by the entire world, especially if that includes people who would smell a rat aka my best mate. That would be deffos crap up my bum. She would go all suspiciousy and I KNEW IT and so on.
Yes. I will never admit to her in ten kingdoms and 20 lifetimes.
So what is going on is that I am listening to Colbie whatsit's Realize and felt spurred by the emo-ness of the song to be reminded of the messy emo poo that I have landed myself into. I have not really landed. Or...well, if I said I landed it would sound like I did something willy-nilly to get myself in this situation. The matter of the fact is, I did not. I just, as the song says it, Realized.
Hahahahaha.
So I wrote in my public blog (public blog because that is the blog that people are directed to when they ask for an address):
But fanks for saying that I am the Queen of Wit. and that I am vair pretty, and nice and all that wotsit; you are a mate of the first waters. I will try and be a mate of the first waters to you too. (by disappearing.) I think I excelled, actually. It was I who took a day out to hang out so we could go scream somewhere. (If you have done that to other girls I might have to biff you. At least though, I will not biff you on the youknowwhat. And also you are the only person who I will forgive for biffing me on the youknowwhat, by accident.
Five matey type things. I must admit that is the highest number. Not that I'm rushing for a record or anything. Oh, I am vair vair relieved to know that nobody will know what I am talking about, and people who do generally find my blog too long to bother with. There is a very good upside of being a Spam Queen.
That is what I had to say, suppressing and censoring all I could in order not to get found out. Ths is what I really want to say:
But fanks for saying that I am the Queen of Wit. and that I am vair pretty, and too nice not to get married and all that wotsit; you are a mate of the first waters. I will try and be a mate of the first waters to you too. (by disappearing.) I think I excelled, actually. It was I who took a day out to hang out so we could go angst over our exes and scream over the hills at the seagulls, only we ended up snoozing at a corner of school because it started to rain. (If you have done that to other girls I might have to biff you. At least though, I will not biff you on the ass. And also you are the only person who I will forgive for biffing me on the ass, by accident.)
Five matey dates. I must admit that is the highest number. What was the first? Gah, I cannot do chronology if it biffed me upside my head. There was the Shopping Trip to hunt for the bag. Which you still use. It is nice to see you use the things I buy for you. It makes me wonder if your not-girlfriend buys you things that you use. And if she will duff me up in her head for buying you things and you use them. Frankly I - oh wait I just realized. I did not buy them. I chose them. Well we chose them together. And the slippers were shared with me and my best mate. But still. The tears and sweat came from me.
Then there was the Airport trip. And you bought me ice cream. You truly are a mate of the first waters. It was a vair sad day because everyone else was hanging out with their whoevers. You had a whoever. But you were having trouble. So was I.
Where did I get the number five? Ummm. Oh the screaming trip. When you asked me if I knew a good place where you could just go and scream because you wanted to. And I pushed aside my laziness to drag my arse out of the house and so on and said yes. And I would bring you there. But we ended up snoozing at a corner of school because it rained. That was a laugh.
I wish I could still have shown you it. If I could still find it that is. Maybe your not-girlfriend will know about it and show you. That would be nice.
Number 4. When the best mate went off. We went to have a meal and I owed you so I was paying, and you were in a tiff about being a lad so you wanted me to give you the money so it looked like you were paying. You know that spells out sexist jerk, but you are weird so it is okay.
Whut in the bleeding hell was five?
Oh right. I think we were both hungry. Were going home. You showed me your room. That was vair nice and sweet although you only can do that because we both know we are mates only. Then we decided to go eat near my place. That is number five.
Ah. I love you vair vair much. I just want you to be happy is all. Get married and all in 4 years and whotsit, and I will smile like a great smiling queen that I am and be happy for you. If I am lucky I may be out of the country. But that is not likely. And I am not that kind of nutter who is silly enough to feel all heartbreakosity, especially when I consider that much as I may love you vair much, I still don't want to have children with you. It is not fair on them. Hahahahahah. Give me an English bloke. Oh Ja.
Right. That was all. Phew. If that went up on my public blog it would have frankly been vairy scary, because my cousins read that. Yucksos.
The number of people who have thought and made the mistake honestly that we were a couple: three. Your teacher, your friend, your friend. Oh, my friend. Four then. Quite a number. The number who think we might get together. Your ex. Some random guy. And the best mate used to think so although at that time I really wanted to duff her up for that. She wasn't my best mate then too.
Oh, and your ex's mother. This is frankly quite disturbing; so I am vair glad that you have a not-girlfriend you would like to be married to.
People who think you like me: One. I have set her straight. My girlfriend thinks it is the familiarity we display with each other. I agree. Although sometimes I feel that you are also testing me. But that is now over, thank God. We don't need things to confuse us up. I am already entrenched in confusionosity enough. Actually I am not, I am just being dramatic.
People who think I like you: none.
People who know I like you: Me. God. My girlfriend. Two other friends, although one of them is in Japanland and may have quite probably forgotten, and the other thinks maybe I am just loving you like a mate. I think I do, too. But mates should not get the high I have when we are hanging out. At least, that is what I think. But it is okay. I am used to this tragicosity. Life can be quite fun with it. Because I have an excuse to do useless things as a distraction. hwahwahwahaa.
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