So after recommendations from friends who just CANNOT be single, they have to have a partner or die, I have joined a dating site. If it works for clingy people who start planning the wedding during the first date, it should work for me, a cool, calm collected girl right? You would think so, but nooooo.
At first it was quite nice for the old self-esteem, seeing how many messages you get, but now my inbox is full of x-rated pictures, asking for my thoughts. What the hell am I meant to say? Yes, you have a nice bottom? I wouldn't mind, but the owner of the bottom in question, is asking if I'd be willing to use a " strap-on" on him. Apparently this is called "pegging", when I asked what the "strap-on" was for, as I thought they were for lesbians, he sent a few "helpful link". Jesus Christ! He also has quite a severe lycra fetish, judging by a lot of the pictures.
I've made up my mind, I think I will wait and find a man the conventional way. I'm now worried about my friend's choice of partners! I'm choosing to believe they're luckier than me. Or there's something about my face that invites people to unleash their freaky side. Whichever.
Till next time, xoxo
Tuesday 31 August 2010
The Inbetweeners
I literally cannot wait for "The Inbetweeners". Call me childish, but this is one of the few programmes that can actually have me on the floor, crying with laughter. And honestly, I'm normally a "classy comedy" kind of girl!
xoxo
xoxo
Saturday 28 August 2010
The elimination of poverty and KitKats for all...
http://crave.cnet.co.uk/gadgets/man-arrested-at-large-hadron-collider-claims-hes-from-the-future-49305387/
You've gotta read this! I personally like the sound of a "communist chocolate hellhole"....
xoxo
You've gotta read this! I personally like the sound of a "communist chocolate hellhole"....
xoxo
My first post!
My First Blog! (made by FischerPrice...)
So, here I am, a self-confessed "Techno-dinosaur" (as branded by my adoring family and friends), starting a blog. Why? Because one of my good friends has one, and to be honest, I wanna copy him 'cos he's so cool!
I'm a Northerner who's defected to the South, and after two and a half years, I'm still amazed at how expensive everything is here. For example, I went to my third ever football match today, Oxford United vs Accrington Stanley, and for a pie and mash they expected £5.50 of your hard-earned money. And there was a massive queue of people, I couldn't believe it! Especially after all the derogatory comments about pies I hear once a Southerner realises I'm Northern....
Speaking of the football match, what a disaster. I'm not a sporty person, I went because I was invited there on a date by a guy I couldn't quite remember, and we've been getting on well by text since we swapped numbers.
He arrived, and to my disappointment, he was a dead-ringer for a young James Corden... without the sense of humour. He was very nice, but as he was a footy-mad man who hated school, and me being a self-confessed geek who has no clue about football... I haven't heard from him since he dropped me off.
Anyway, I'll write another post after looking around on here and figuring what the hell I'm supposed to write about!
XOXO (as they say on Gossip Girl)
So, here I am, a self-confessed "Techno-dinosaur" (as branded by my adoring family and friends), starting a blog. Why? Because one of my good friends has one, and to be honest, I wanna copy him 'cos he's so cool!
I'm a Northerner who's defected to the South, and after two and a half years, I'm still amazed at how expensive everything is here. For example, I went to my third ever football match today, Oxford United vs Accrington Stanley, and for a pie and mash they expected £5.50 of your hard-earned money. And there was a massive queue of people, I couldn't believe it! Especially after all the derogatory comments about pies I hear once a Southerner realises I'm Northern....
Speaking of the football match, what a disaster. I'm not a sporty person, I went because I was invited there on a date by a guy I couldn't quite remember, and we've been getting on well by text since we swapped numbers.
He arrived, and to my disappointment, he was a dead-ringer for a young James Corden... without the sense of humour. He was very nice, but as he was a footy-mad man who hated school, and me being a self-confessed geek who has no clue about football... I haven't heard from him since he dropped me off.
Anyway, I'll write another post after looking around on here and figuring what the hell I'm supposed to write about!
XOXO (as they say on Gossip Girl)
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