15.09.2009 - 3:37 p.m.

lately i seem to be mostly dreaming about missing flights, i don't know why, i've only missed one flight my entire life and i've no upcoming flights which might be missed. maybe i'm being messaged from my subconscious that there's something i really shouldn't miss, but apart from hateful school work there's nothing on the horizon that i can see. i'm not normally one for worrying about stuff, answers on a postcard please.

sometimes, when all else fails and the mind goes dead, we should just cut through the crap and say what we feel (see the last post), born without the tact gene i say what i feel automatically, i'm not a difficult person to read which i guess is a good thing for J, no moody silences here, i can't lie to her either (nor would i want to, unless it's about her birthday present, in which case then it's not lying). The biggest lie told to adolescent males is that women like dark, complicated and mysterious men with 'histories' which is complete cockshit, not one woman i have ever met has said "that bloke's alright but i wish he would fuck me about a bit more and communicate a bit less, i love hanging around waiting for someone to make a decision, i exist just to put my life on hold while this sullen, foppish rake works out what he wants to do, oh i do love a bastard"

understandably there's someone for everyone, even the bastards, i've come across people in my wider travels whos' happiness is dependant on being dominated, and feel incomplete without the domination, but on the whole since i've only ever actually known 'mostly vanilla flavoured' women, i'm pretty n00by on subjects involving pain and subjugation.

but i can spot a bastard a mile off, something about the way they are that just screams 'bastard', if you're in any doubt just wait until they open their mouths, something undeniably stupid and ignorant will fall out as soon as their lips part, usually about football, but sometimes about what a 'man' they are in some pointless, made up context. It's always the piccolo players who spend the most time trying to get people to blow their trumpet.

my cow-orker is looking for a new loving home for his chinchilla, i'd have it but we're up to our necks in teh fluff as it is, any takers in the UK mail me.

some cock's just told me that britain is the divorce capital of europe, i assumed this was straight out of the Sun, but it turns out it's the bbc quoting the sun or some other silly fucker like that, maybe britain is actually the capital of Marriages Based on Insufficient Understanding of the Partner, or capital of Lying Bastards/Bitches, or even the capital of Unreasonable Expectations, either way divorces are as easy as getting hitched and everyone's doing it, alledgedly it took Pneumatonorks Jordan less than a minute to get her divorce finalised, just goes to show what some cash can do for you.

I think too many people get married under the expectation that they can change the person they're marrying into the person they want to marry, or that they marry the mr/mrs right now rather than mr/mrs right, or that they lie in wait under the guise of mr/mrs right until they've snared someone and then the mask can fall away and the bullying begin. It's worth remembering that nagging only leads to resentment and the grass is only sometimes greener elsewhere, and while the grass may be greener it's almost certainly madder and not worth getting involved with. There's plenty of ways to get excitement once married, just ensure you've married the right person, if you've not then get a divorce and go find the right person.

and get married again

i guess it helps if you know what you want, too many aimless people drifting about, sometimes you'll be lucky and bump into mr/mrs right quite by accident while working in a bar, other times you may have to make a ruthless, logical, organised and concerted effort to weed out the losers, liars and bastards from a large set of potentials before finding the nugget of happiness.

mind you i'm probably the last person who should doling out advice on this subject, please ignore everything you've just read (with the exception of the chinchilla, he needs a home)