just sad, innit?
there with his boyfriend, snogging men left and right. the german. the kiwi. dancing, snogging, just being sloppy. i wonder what he’s looking for? obvious not true love. does he have any morals? any pride? he was making an ass out of himself being so sloppy in public.
but it must be a bit of an ego boost, being able to pull so easily. to have that impression (even if inappropriate) of being the dog’s bollocks — the mutt’s nuts. but what about his boyfriend? i guess it wasn’t meant to be? so complex — i feel sorry for him.
just sad, innit?
i want to get a device that will allow me to wake up each morning to my custom playlist of suitable dancey “waking-up-to” music. i want to get instant coffee that taste good and doesn’t make me jittery all morning. i want to get clothes that allow me to not agonize for 15 minutes every morning and every evening about what i want to wear. i want to get a six-pack and definition so that i feel good about myself. i want to go out clubbing and know that i can get any boy in sight. i want to get any boy in sight, but not necessarily have. i want to get phone numbers. i want to get hit on. i want to get a reputation.
i want to get lots of money. i want to get lots of valuable possessions. i want to get a summer home in ibiza. i want to get loads of frequent flier miles. i want to get the courage to do anything in any situation. i want to get out more often. i want to get all of my friends in one city, and keep them there, for my selfish enjoyment. i want to get these voices out of my head. i want to get a healthy drug habit. i want to get lunch, perhaps some curry. i’ll need to get my umbrella first.
