hahaaah... nice

but i don't want no dirty tramp c*nt juice on my magnificent foot though. that's just dirty. what if it made my foot rot off? or worse, it might ruin my shoes. waste of good shoes.
much rather come away with a couple of teeth embedded in my knuckles. her nose hopefully pushed flat against her face...
i'm not a violent person... i just like the thought of people i don't care for suffering horribly & painfully

doubt i could do the rebound thing.
the option is there, but nah. not for me
i'm being spoken about today like i'm not in the room anyway.
mum to my bro:
"Oh xavvy's finished with lisa"
"i know, i just wasn't going to say anything... how come?"
"he's got no feelings for her any more"
"oh right"
then my sister pipes up "it's because of his weight loss, i've seen on a few things that that can change how you feel, so it's not something lisa's done. it's probably the same with you (to me) you said you were going to give him until next week then speak to him about it"
um... no. i feel the same as i did. if i didn't, do you think i'd be how i am now?
i was going to have a talk with him next week if i still had no idea where i stood. i was tired of feeling ignored and like sh*t & wanted an answer. i've lost weight BECAUSE of that, because of my feelings, not because i was trying.
i just sat there & stared at the skirting board. no point trying to say anything.
he replied to me on twitter today. complaining about his work hours. apparently 10am is an awkward time to start... if i had a job i would LOVE a 10am start, i know loads of people who would, difficult b*st*rd. if he had to use public transport tot get everywhere he most definitely bloody would.
there's nothing stopping him going in an hour early to use the free gym either. probably help him with his stress situation too. considering his idea of exercise is 20 sit ups on a morning and a few bicep curls. (better than nothing, i know but still.)
his mood went through the floor when he stopped walking to and from work.
you'd think he'd make the connection but he never will.
i don't know why i even care. he doesn't give a crap about me which is quite obvious.
rarrgh. 'least i've not cried in a couple of days. be a waste of energy anyway