cakemix

m is really fucking with me again and it really really stings.
sunday we spent hours talking about trying again and left it that i'd go round his house for dinner sometime soon and see how it went...

then yesterday i finally picked up my xmas present from him - a handmade tailored lovely black shirt, that i had to pay for myself *ouch* i know its just stuff and money but i did get him the tomas tomas tattoo machine he wanted and that really expensive overcoat from hackett. so that i had to hand over my credit card yesterday was a bit gutting.

so i txt'd him that i'd finally got it (after 2 fittings because i'm still dropping weight) and that it was lovely.
he txt'd back that he doesn't want to try again.

thanks. thanks for making my day.
not even sure if i did want to try again or that i'd be ready for it anytime soon as he's still not taken any responsibility for attacking me and is still saying that i must have done something to provoke him...um well if flying 5 hours to cyprus to get naked with him is provoking then i guess i'm the bitch that he says that i am.

3 words for him. RUN. FORREST. RUN.


fuck him its pirate burlesque night and i'm sooo gonna get my saucy wench on tonight...