Julie: W phoned me today to arrange to see me and asked should he bring massage oils! I said yes ok but have to admit I had very little optimism of him actually turning up and here we are nearly 10pm and still no sign of him! Gabe: hahaha Julie: how come I don't know any men who actually turn up when they say they will? - I think I must live on the edge of the bermuda triangle of Girlfriend World Gabe: it's hilarious Julie: when he phoned me today he just started asking my advice about his car. He actually said 'what should I do Jools go to Mercedes or go to Kwikfit'? Like I'd know!!! Gabe: you should have told him to go to Hell Julie: haha - why didn't I think of that? - oh yes, I'm not as mean as you Gabe: bet you just said something pathetic, like "oh I'm sure it's all my fault" Julie: hahahaha - brilliant!!!!!
'I read somewhere that every cell in your body changes over a seven year period so that in effect you are a completely different person now from the one you were 7 years ago' 'really?' 'yes, I reckon that accounts for the 7 year itch - I think that at some core level each of our bodies is screaming out to the other one 'who the hell are you?!' 'haha quite possibly that would certainly explain quite a lot. Though I've never made it as far as 7 years it's more like a 3 year itch with me' 'maybe you just have a higher metamorphic rate than most people!'
'have you contacted Polish Bride yet?' 'haha - sort of, I suggested we hook up soon, she said she'll get back to me....' 'oh that just means she's interviewing other prospective lovers' 'quite possibly, although she's not using Match.com much' 'no she doesn't need to - she's already got them lined up' 'fair point....thanks a lot!!!' 'but don't despair - they'll all be a*seholes 9 out of 10 men are ' 'what, like me?' 'no you'll stand out and she'll come around to thinking that you're worth a 2nd look' '"9 out of 10 men are a%seholes" - that'd make a good headline' 'anyway you're not an a*sehole - well not on a good day. You can be an a*sehole but it's not your main attribute' long silence 'I thought you were going to ask me what your main attribute was' 'oh I would do, but I'm on phone to my sis she's upset cos she's broke 'well send her some money - you're loaded - and while you're at it send me some too' 'hahahaa!!' 'by the way in case you're wondering your main attribute doesn't appear to be multi tasking so I'll catch you later......'
'so how was your date last night?' 'well it was ok but he had garlic breath!' 'well at least he's not a vampire then' 'oh so that's my choices then - Dracula or man with garlic breath?!' 'I'm just saying you don't want to be dating one of the undead is all....that can lead to all sorts of problems - you'll never get to go on a beach holiday again, you'll probably get very tired and anaemic and having people chase you with wooden stakes trying to drive them through your heart might be a trifle annoying. Not to mention it'll be hell trying to put on your make-up without being able to see yourself in a mirror. So probably just best to give the undead a wide berth romantically speaking...unless he's very good-looking of course, then you might want to make an exception'
'what did the doctor say about your throat?' 'oh she said she doesn't think it's anything too nasty but she's sending me to ENT to have the lump on my tonsils cut out' 'oh dear that sounds unpleasant but do you know that there's a theory that you can tell what's wrong with a person's emotional state by whatever illness they have?' 'yes I've heard that. My sister's friend who's into alternative therapies says that if you have a sore throat it's as if someone has their hands round your throat strangling you! Pretty apt in my case' 'well yes and I think we should talk about that sometime' 'Still the ex will be pleased to hear that I'm getting my throat cut!' 'why do you always do that?' 'do what?' 'make a joke of something that's painful for you - I've noticed you do that all the time' 'yes I know I do I suppose it's how I cope' 'what would be so bad about just feeling the pain?' 'I don't know.... I suppose I'm just scared' 'what are you scared of?' 'I'm scared it would overwhelm me and then I wouldn't be able to cope' 'I think you would be able to cope and I really think you should try it sometime....'
'so how was your weekend?' 'aarrgh had the ex keep phoning me saying that I should do the decent thing and kill myself and sending me horrible texts all yesterday. This is the latest: 'I hate you I loathe your friends and the diseased shits that lie with an old skank like you and the day your gone for good the world will be a better place and your son will thrive. I hope you get cancer in your c*#t' 'oh lovely he's charming as ever I see!' 'yes it's a shame he gave up that job at Hallmark! Not only that but today he had a go at me because I've kept some of his texts on my phone, in case I need to show the police sometime, and he said that it would be MY fault if Zach saw them!' 'Unreal!'
I can’t remember why I loved you. Can’t feel the way it must have felt. So much has happened the taste is soured, the half- remembered song has lost it’s melody, the touch is like a knife and the look is all reproach and sadness. We try to pick up our memories like they are babies and hold them in our arms. We kiss them and gently put them down so as not to disturb their slumber. But no peaceful sleep for our past times just another night of tossing and turning over the rights and mostly wrongs of two people who loved too much too long........
This blog is intended as the literary equivalent of a set of photographs. Snapshots in time if you like. I just wanted to capture moments in my life and those of my friends....Don't know if it works but that's the thought behind it. The music? Well I think life should have a soundtrack. And an occasional poem.....