Double standards everywhere.

I’m sick of meeting nice guys, for them to then turn into grade A twats. It’s like they think if they’re a ‘cunt’ all of a sudden that’ll make them more desirable. Just FYI, it doesn’t. If us women liked you as a nice guy, then we will still like you as a nie guy. You suddenly becoming a cunt does not make me like you more, in actuality it makes me hate you. Plus, in doing so, you’ve made me feel bad about liking you in the first place.

I may just take on this persona and test it out and see if the double standard exists with this rule too. If I become a ‘cunt’ to men, will they automatically fall in to my arms? Fuck no. But why do men seem to think its okay?

On a separate but not so separate note, if he does not stop updating his fucking facebook, and constantly bleating on to me about girls he likes, and lying to me, I will explode at him.

Plus this is the guy who took ME home one night, not the other way around, then turned up for my birthday, even though I have no clue as to why, but yet he’s told me ‘not to tell any of his friends’, because apparently he’d ‘get so much shit’ off them.

Am I that fucking repulsive?!

Evidently not if you’ve had it and tried it since then too. Also, you’re friends probably wouldn’t give you shit considering some of the females you’ve been with and the fact that before me you hadn’t had any in 2-3 years by your own admission, you TWAT.

Sick of always being made to feel like I don’t matter. Well, I do. You’re the attention seekin retard who will eventually realise that you are an actual twat.

Rant over. Apologies for the interruption.

awkwardorpheus asked: Um recently I tried alcohol and enjoyed it!

Alcohol can be enjoyable, but also sometimes if not taken in the right doses can lead to embarrassment, loss of memory, and vomit. Taken in the right doses can lead to hilarious times though.

It’s a double edged sword my friend. Lol.

Just don’t mix your drinks!

awkwardorpheus asked: Dude! happy Birthday! how'd it go?

Hey you! Thanks for the birthday wishes :)

Yeah it was okay, someone turned up to my birthday drinks that I wasn’t too bothered about seeing, I still have no idea why he came, but overall I had a lovely evening. How’s you my friend?

Oh well…

There was one person I wanted to wish me happy birthday. I’m not arsed Ollie and Rob haven’t, Ollie is probably worried that people will ‘assume’ the wrong thing or he’s genuinely forgot (he does that) and Rob is just a grade A twat at the moment, and if my test results don’t come back clear, he’s getting broken in pieces.

But the one person I just wish would have got in contact today of all days was Tom. I miss him. Not the person he’s become, but the Tom I know. Us not talking or having any contact, kills me.

It’s my birthday!

Today didn’t start out that great, due to having a doctor’s appointment for blood tests (yippee, cheers Rob, you infectious twat) but then they couldn’t find a vein so I’ve now been referred to hospital. Then I bought cake and went home and had the most epic afternoon nap I’ve had in ages…I woke up to approximately 12 texts with birthday wishes and another 40 notifications from wankbook. Everyone’s so nice when a social networking site remind them its my birthday, aha.

Tonight will be full of win though. I’m off down the pub, with all my closest friends to drink and eat bad food. Wahey.

Rant imminent.

Apologises in advance.

Tumblr is an outlet.

Fed up..

Of being there for people who are never there when I need them.

Feel like disappearing.

One is a joke, one is a cunt, and one needs to be ran over.

I’ve gone off the wagon.

I’m having a kebab.

Oh and my mate Rob’s a twat, so I’m gonna let the cat out of the bag about him taking me home after we went out for a mutual friend’s birthday. Seems fitting, considering he’s treated me like shit, so now I’m gonna let it hit the fan.

HA!

PDA over facebook wanna make me heave.

Mainly because I know that for definite he’s cheating. He’s more of a liar than I thought he could be.

On another note….Actually, that’s all I wanted to rant about.

Swish.

Sad realisation that I’m a bad person.

I shouldn’t have even given him the time of day now I’m thinking about it. It was all good seeing him last night, but sleeping together, when he has a girlfriend was a stupid decision. Such a massive twat that I am. He’s no better, with his nice words and his ridiculous promises.

There’s a saying ‘fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me’.

Well, shame on effing me.