Uber wanting to go to Par-ee (aka: Paris)
Uber hating on the rain, loving it at bedtime though
Uber loving Tim Tam (BFF)
Uber not as psychotic
Uber better.
Uber is so a word isn't it!?
Anyways. Day.. 4 of "no more prat men" phase. Nothing has been happening, literally. Working. Doing so much more at work..ordering and stuff. I'm putting all of my happy energy into it. BTW- I'm not crazy anymore..! It was FS who brought out the crazy in me I'm sure. Don't get me wrong, my work isn't something I'm highly passionate about.. but I'm not upset and all over the shop anymore when I'm there. It was FS. Blame him, it's easier that way.
Maybe too that love-o workmate has gone away for 3 months has helped. I hope she doesn't come back.. I know that's really mean..But I'm over everything being about her. And how hopeless she is at her job sometimes. And I'm taking over her job as we speak.
It's really pouring now.
I feel like cuddles.
Anyways. Sunny, whom I was supposed to meet up with Sunday afternoon dogged it. He had been to a music festival the day before, I think he was paying for it the next day. He told me he was sick and had to sleep. Which is cool, whatevs. But apart of me feels like he is avoiding the meeting. Which is cool too, whatevs. He should just tell me though. I felt like an idiot waiting on his texts. Not that feeling again..! Especially for somebody who means nothing. Well means a teeny weeny bit. Still not cool though.
And Scotsman, haven't really spoken to him either. I wonder if telling him about FS has stuffed that up. Oh well, at least I was being truthful.
That's all that matters, right?
Also.. Daddy/Daughter day started off miserably. We had a massive argument at CityExtra whilst ordering breakfast. He is such a pushy bastard, and is so close minded. He thinks we should all think how he thinks. He got mad at me for disagreeing with something dumb, and started raising his voice.. "Now you're acting like a fucking five year old D____ just eat your breakfast and be quiet"
..I'm not fucking 12 you twat. Don't speak to me like that.
Anyways, we got over it. We ended up spending most of the day together.. from 7am to about.. 2:30pm. We saw Slumdog Millionaire in Sydney and had Malaysian in Ultimo. I bought "Almost French" for 9 bucks in this awesome new and used bookshop on Pitt Street. A travel memoir about an Australian girl who falls in love with a frenchman and moves to France. It is fabulous. It inspires me. I want to go to France.
Dad has been hounding me about the shrink. He has been treating me like glass about it..Constantly asking me if I'm ok, to relax, breathing techniques. To book an appointment with the lady shrink.
I'm actually fine. As I said, FS was a major contributor. Asshole.
I guess I should appreciate my father doting on me. I can't get in to see the shrink for like 6-8 weeks anyways, I'm on a list. Just like the Chanel earrings waiting list. At least it's not a 2 year wait.
I'm ok, I'm relaxed, and my breathing is deep and calm.
Just give it a few days/weeks/months, it will be chaos like usual.
Btw.. ScoMan gave me an award. Thanks matey. :)
Uber is a wonderful word. So is noob.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're feeling better about everything. They say if one area in your life is upsetting you, it spills into every other area of your life, so I think I'll blame FS too. As you said, it's easier that way.
And it's good that your dad is caring, even if he doesn't always know the best way to show it.