Wednesday, May 07, 2008

you little thief


Break ups suck.

Most of the time anyway. Sometimes they're the light at the end of the tunnel, the much needed breath of air, the yelling of "Hallelujah! I have seen the light!"

I have both of those around me at the moment.

I have the "Best Friend" and her shithead ass grabbing visa wanting boyfriend who from all appearances are still going strong. And then I have another couple I know who have been together for three years who are going through a massively nasty patch in their relationship cancelling dinner at my place because they don't want to spend time together. With each other.

I can see the bane of every married couple's friend's life coming to the fore - I'm going to have to make a choice. And goddamnit I don't want to. I like both of them. Equally. I have the urge to put on my best three year old pout, frown like it's going out of style, cross my arms and say sulkily "But I don't want to!" And if I don't want to, I don't have to. But we all know that's a lie - you have to make a choice and I'll have to choose her.

Then again if it was the "Best Friend" I wouldn't choose either of them.

Meow! Saucer of milk to Table 3!

I know that part of it is that since she's been obsessed with the idiot mark ii I've become close friends with some other girls so the void of friendship has partly been filled and the other part is that I'm running out of excuses for her. First I explained it away by saying it was the drugs. And then I thought it was the idiot mark i. And then the idiot mark ii. And then I started to think that maybe it wasn't them but who she actually was when a guy is around.

Don't get me wrong - I find it devastating and somewhat depressing that I've lost another "best friend" to a boyfriend that can't keep his hands to himself because you know apparently I have the cure for cancer. In my pants.




Feargal Sharkey - You Little Thief

Actually I just wanted to post this. I love the bit where he yells you little whoooooooooooooooooooooooore. Best. Boy. Whinge. Song. Ever.

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