Fun Fact #3

I like creating lists. I create them about all sorts of things. If I am going on holiday I will write down a “to pack” list, a “to do” list and anything in between however did I mention I will do that MONTHS before I even jet off? Yes, I do it way beforehand. I like writing lists for everything. Whether it is just a bullet-point list, a proper Microsoft Word document with titles, subtitles and everything else included. Or perhaps just the simple iPhone “reminders” app. I do lists whenever I am stressed. They help me stay focused on things.



Search Terms

noteI saw on someone else’s blog a post about how people “get” to their blog via a search engine. I never knew before what people searched because I had never bothered to check out my site stats properly. As you can see from the Large Yellow Post-It picture, a lot of search terms are unknown however a portion have been recorded. Some people find me by innocently searching any variation of my first name, a subject like a book title or a movie and then you have the strange ones. Now fair enough I myself tagged a post or two with weird tags, such as “nippledick”, “bus wanking” and “sex”. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised Google would bring people to my site after typing in a random sentence. After all I google a lot and often find myself coming across the strangest things even though my intentions had been good!

Fun Fact #2

I keep all my cinema tickets. Ever since I was a kid. They’re in date order with the oldest ticket date at the back and the newest at the front. They’re inside a novelty sock I found on holiday and that sock is inside my memory box in my room. I don’t know why I keep the cinema tickets or why they’re in date order. Just what I’ve always done.


The sun has got it’s hat on

Well I never went to class Wednesday. I’d asked if I could be dropped off in the morning, like usual and my mom said yeah sure. Up she gets and leaves the house without waking me up or anything. So I had no way of getting to class so I just went back to sleep. My wisdom teeth, or more specifically “tooth”, is still playing up. The pain is radiating up my jaw and into my skull. It must be doing some serious moving to cause such pain. I’m out of meds, that I take for my migraines, and I can’t afford to get any more as they can only be prescribed and they charge £8. It doesn’t sound a lot but it is when you’ve NO money whatsoever.

So Thursday afternoon the twins were dropped off. They’ve been playing in Nan’s garden and they love it. They’ve gotten the hang of the step half way down the garden, the step between the walls and the door way step. I love the way they walk. Frankie walks so fast when he’s excited.
Friday we went shopping with our grandparents then we had lunch and some more garden playtime.
Saturday we went shopping, again, but this time it was with my mom. Then I took the bubs to Nan’s again. They had a nice play in the garden after lunch. Me and my brothers girlfriend watched 2 films in the evening after I’d put both babies to sleep. My grandad fixed the cot that was broken which made bedtime SOOOO much easier. Using just one cot is a nightmare so now it’s fixed I’m pleased lol
Today we had roast dinner at my Nan’s. My uncle was there with 2 of his children. He seemed a tad short tempered though honestly that’s quite normal. I learned later on that he’d been out on the booze the night before so that could explain why he was such a grumpy bastard today, and also why my nan made a reference to his daughter staying overnight at their house. I don’t really understand why people drink too much and spend the next day in a bad mood. All they do is piss everyone else off who’ve had a good (and non-booze) night and lots of sleep and don’t need someone dragging down their good mood the next day. But whatever.
I think Frankie caught a little bit too much sun. I did notice his face was a little red and that was when I decided to bring him and Fred inside. However every other idiot in the house kept opening the baby gate and leaving it open. I got so annoyed. Then my nan says some shit about “don’t worry about it, let them have some fresh air”. Yes okay nan I’ll let them die of skin cancer or heat stroke. What an idiotic thing to say when I’d clearly brought them inside and shut the gate for a reason. You could clearly see Frankie was hot and he was being all clingy which made me think he wasn’t feeling too good. Perhaps the sun? Either way, he wanted to sit with me and drink his water. Which I was cool with. I’m not a sun person. I thrive in the winter. I can’t sit in the sun for more than 10 minutes before I’m hot and bothered then I feel snappy. I’m like a dog lol

Anyways I have class this week and I need to decide what I want to do about this stupid assignment for Law.



Syphillis strikes again

I won’t lie. I haven’t been to class so far this week. I’ve had awful migraines two days in a row, and I realise today why: wisdom teeth. One of my very back bottom ones is popping the gum line, again! And my whole jaw aches, and of course, my head. Duh!

The twins are staying Thursday to Sunday. Originally I was having them till Tuesday but my aunt is no longer going away so she said to send them home Sunday lol if it’s nice I was thinking of taking them swimming but it’s a two person job so I need to persuade my mom or bro to come with me…

Referring to the title, I am not saying I have the disease nor anything like that. It’s the nickname I secretly gave a guy I had in my life. Not that much of secret as it’s a reference me and my mom use whenever we talk about him. Anyway, the story is: we met about 4-5 years ago online and we met up, hung out and fooled around. We became good friends who occasionally had sex. Simple enough? Okay. When I started dating my ex in 2010 I lost contact with syphillis but we got back in touch in 2012 when I was single again, and by chance, so was he. We carried on being friends with benefits. Everything seemed fine for about 6-9 months then he started talking to me less and less. It wasn’t that odd as he’s done the disappearing act on me a few times before but he always comes back. As time wore on he started “going silent” more often or for longer periods of time. Even more weirder, whenever I’d asked for his phone number he always gave me an excuse. So when I say we communicated, it was usually via email or the Kik app. Previously, before our last relationships, when we communicated I had his number but this time around he wouldn’t give it. I gave up asking and accepted he just wanted to email.
Last year, in August, I found his facebook again (we’d previously been friended but weren’t as of late) and sent him a message saying “add me, and do you wanna come over?” as it wouldn’t let me add him. Within a few hours he’d read the message and blocked me. This was on my birthday. My birthday ffs. So I sent him an email asking him why he blocked me and I didn’t get a reply. He was silent for about 3 weeks.
Yesterday I was looking in my facebook inbox for an old message from someone else when I came across the one I had sent him last year. Even though I was still blocked, when I hovered over his name his profile photo came up. It had changed. Suddenly it was a photo of someone’s arm holding a newborn baby. So I messaged him, asked him who’s baby it was. He wouldn’t answer, he just asked me why I was stalking him? Like I’m that pathetic. So I said some shizz about how “if you have a missus and a kid that would explain why you don’t talk to me for weeks in a row and that means you’ve basically lied to my face for 2 years” and all he could say was “can’t we just be friends, I’ve always wanted to be your mate”. I’m like wtf, no you can’t, I don’t want liars in my life. Also, we met up in January so he’s a cheater if he DOES have a girlfriend back at home. Urgh, makes me sick!
Now I know he didn’t admit to being in a relationship and having a child but IF that kid in his pic was not his he’d have gone out of his way to say so straight away. He didn’t. Last year in September he said to me “I haven’t slept with anyone but you”. Not that I was expecting him to be exclusive, we aren’t/weren’t dating, but he said that, and clearly he was lying.
Just did some digging of my own. I may be blocked but people I know, and have access to their accounts, aren’t blocked so I logged into my Nan’s account, searched him and had a proper look. 100% his baby. Found his girlfriends page, lots of photos of them together and a few of them announcing the pregnancy last year. What a fucking lying cheating prick. He has clearly been dating her since at least June last year going by the photo dates etc. So I know for a fact he’s cheated on her. With me. Eurgh I feel sick just thinking about it. I never ever want to me the “other woman”. It’s just disgusting. And not my way of doing things. He forced me to be the other woman and now I feel dirty!?!?

I told him not to message me ever again and so far he hasn’t. I hope he doesn’t. Men like him are just ridiculous. He knows what Ben did to me and he chooses to lie about this secret life he has. Why the fuck? I hate liars…
Anyways me and syphillis are done. Finito. Finished. End of. Cunt!!!

So, Tuesdays there’s no TV for me except Emmerdale, so I watched a film earlier called “Side Effects”, very good but a little strange. I love Jude Law :)

Class tomorrow. Psychology. Ugh!


I ate bacon

Today I ate bacon. For those who do know me you’ll know how unusual that statement is. For those that don’t, I’ll explain. I don’t eat bacon. Or ham. Or pork in any form. Only version of “piggy” I eat is sausage. But even then I really do have to “fancy” sausages (oo-er!) to eat them. However there are 2 instances when I will eat bacon. 3 if you include quiche and pie as separate. I will eat bacon if it is in a pre-made sandwich with mayonnaise chicken. I will also eat bacon if it is in a bacon and egg pie or in a quiche. No clue why these 3 things make a difference but they do. This morning I stopped in Gregg’s on my way to class to grab a pink sponge square and I saw a chicken mayo and bacon sandwich so I bought it and ate it. It was quite tasty even though it’s hardly breakfast food. I skipped my usual porridge for lack of time this morning.
I have now just arrived on campus, ready for my first class back after a couple of weeks of sickness, followed by a weeks break for half term.

Here I go…