Oh dear.
I went on my first date, and i can't even begin to describe how good it was, but i've had such a pants week.
First off, i had my driving lesson on Thursday. My driving is quite good. I can drive a car. Anyway, i was out on the road, and the instructor was shouting at me, like, constantly. It's not the first time, and i asked him, maybe not so nicely, to stop shouting, He didn't. In fact, he started shouting louder and harder, about how there was no way he was shouting, and how dare i suggest it. So i pulled over, and got out of the car. He fucked me off so badly, and then had the nerve to not call me by my real name, but the name i HATE. I hate when people call me Em, It stems from when i used to go out with Raistlyn, and he used to call me Em when we were having fights. My name ISN'T Em. And i hate being called it. So, when he kept using that name, i lost it, and walked off, and he drove off. He left me stranded. I had no coat, no phone and it was pouring rain and all i had on me was a 50. There was no taxiz to be had on the road, i couldn't go to a phone box, what with having no change, and i was soaked through, with no other choice than to walk home, and i was far far away from home.
Cunt.
And then, last night, i had my second date with the boy. We had Harry Potter day, and we watched the first 2 movies, and all was going swimmingly well. We get on, and have fun with each other, and i'm liking it. But you know me, i'm a messer. And i was horsing around, cuz i'll never learn my fucking lesson, and i banged my head. I caught the back of my head on the corner of a table, don't ask. But i hit it HARD. And instinctively i put my hand to my head, and had a little cry, adn he put his hand on my head too, and i don't fully remember which one of us noticed the blood first, but by christ there was a lot of blood. My head was bleeding like i've never seen bleeding before. I couldn't feel anything though, and he looked after me. Now i have a huge bump, and i'm super sore and embarressed, and i think i'm concussed.
Oh dear.
And yes, i do fully admit that my blog is self-obsessed. Sending me messages about how vacant you think i am is just shitty. It's MY blog, i write about MY life, i'm not going to try and right the wrongs of the world here. I'm just going to write about me, so that people that want to get to know me, can. Similarly i read other peoples blogs to get to know them, If that offends you, tough.
And VaugelyChilly, when you coming to visit me?
I went on my first date, and i can't even begin to describe how good it was, but i've had such a pants week.
First off, i had my driving lesson on Thursday. My driving is quite good. I can drive a car. Anyway, i was out on the road, and the instructor was shouting at me, like, constantly. It's not the first time, and i asked him, maybe not so nicely, to stop shouting, He didn't. In fact, he started shouting louder and harder, about how there was no way he was shouting, and how dare i suggest it. So i pulled over, and got out of the car. He fucked me off so badly, and then had the nerve to not call me by my real name, but the name i HATE. I hate when people call me Em, It stems from when i used to go out with Raistlyn, and he used to call me Em when we were having fights. My name ISN'T Em. And i hate being called it. So, when he kept using that name, i lost it, and walked off, and he drove off. He left me stranded. I had no coat, no phone and it was pouring rain and all i had on me was a 50. There was no taxiz to be had on the road, i couldn't go to a phone box, what with having no change, and i was soaked through, with no other choice than to walk home, and i was far far away from home.
Cunt.
And then, last night, i had my second date with the boy. We had Harry Potter day, and we watched the first 2 movies, and all was going swimmingly well. We get on, and have fun with each other, and i'm liking it. But you know me, i'm a messer. And i was horsing around, cuz i'll never learn my fucking lesson, and i banged my head. I caught the back of my head on the corner of a table, don't ask. But i hit it HARD. And instinctively i put my hand to my head, and had a little cry, adn he put his hand on my head too, and i don't fully remember which one of us noticed the blood first, but by christ there was a lot of blood. My head was bleeding like i've never seen bleeding before. I couldn't feel anything though, and he looked after me. Now i have a huge bump, and i'm super sore and embarressed, and i think i'm concussed.
Oh dear.
And yes, i do fully admit that my blog is self-obsessed. Sending me messages about how vacant you think i am is just shitty. It's MY blog, i write about MY life, i'm not going to try and right the wrongs of the world here. I'm just going to write about me, so that people that want to get to know me, can. Similarly i read other peoples blogs to get to know them, If that offends you, tough.
And VaugelyChilly, when you coming to visit me?
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