Wardrobe Summary: Pink on pink on pink square toe heels, brown pencil skirt, white and brown striped shirt, brown round neck sweater, sapphire ring, pony tail, fendi glasses. Make up: it used to be made up in Nars Emotional Rescue palette. Now it's just all gone a gorgeous (read scary horror film style) blotchy red on my face and down my neck. I'm officially not bothered with how it looks anymore.
There is no point. What is the point? Exactly what function am I serving on this planet? I get up each morning and go to work in a job that anyone could do standing on their heads. I try to look pretty but no one really notices. I don't make a particular difference to anyone's life or to the planet as a whole. I have no discernible talent that differentiates me from the masses or makes a difference to anyone or any entity. Could someone please explain how this is useful and not a waste of scarce resources in this rapidly melting planet?
SoH just decided to let me know that I don't actually know him seeing as we didn't spend much time together. Does it matter how long you've known someone when it comes to how they impact your life? He also needed to bring up "how it all worked out". I really don't want to talk about that ever again. Hence the red blotches in place of my lovely foundation. I thought he had taken out the last of my insides with his rusty spoon. Who knew he took his stupid spoon to South America with him? Who knew he sneakily left some of my insides so he could go back for an extra dig when he was feeling bored? I am taking back the SoH title and he will now be known as RSW. RSW = Rusty Spoon Wielder.
Just finished cancelling all the social engagements that I can possibly get out of. I'm clearly not fit for public consumption. Nor do I at all fancy being around people. Most people are just icky anyway. Luckily I'm on my own again this Christmas and New Year. If I had to be around people I think I would projectile vomit on all around me a la inappropriate lady on Little Britain.
More than ever I want to sell my flat, sell all my worldly possessions and go live in silence as a Tibetan nun or some such. At least then I'll not need to talk to people, have people talk to me, mess me about, etc. I can just wear that red dress thingie and put up prayer flags all day whilst playing with llama.
Could someone please point me in the definitive direction of my life path? Surely there is more to it than this??? If not, I'm so disappointed. I thought it was going to be a lot more interesting.
Floss. x
There is no point. What is the point? Exactly what function am I serving on this planet? I get up each morning and go to work in a job that anyone could do standing on their heads. I try to look pretty but no one really notices. I don't make a particular difference to anyone's life or to the planet as a whole. I have no discernible talent that differentiates me from the masses or makes a difference to anyone or any entity. Could someone please explain how this is useful and not a waste of scarce resources in this rapidly melting planet?
SoH just decided to let me know that I don't actually know him seeing as we didn't spend much time together. Does it matter how long you've known someone when it comes to how they impact your life? He also needed to bring up "how it all worked out". I really don't want to talk about that ever again. Hence the red blotches in place of my lovely foundation. I thought he had taken out the last of my insides with his rusty spoon. Who knew he took his stupid spoon to South America with him? Who knew he sneakily left some of my insides so he could go back for an extra dig when he was feeling bored? I am taking back the SoH title and he will now be known as RSW. RSW = Rusty Spoon Wielder.
Just finished cancelling all the social engagements that I can possibly get out of. I'm clearly not fit for public consumption. Nor do I at all fancy being around people. Most people are just icky anyway. Luckily I'm on my own again this Christmas and New Year. If I had to be around people I think I would projectile vomit on all around me a la inappropriate lady on Little Britain.
More than ever I want to sell my flat, sell all my worldly possessions and go live in silence as a Tibetan nun or some such. At least then I'll not need to talk to people, have people talk to me, mess me about, etc. I can just wear that red dress thingie and put up prayer flags all day whilst playing with llama.
Could someone please point me in the definitive direction of my life path? Surely there is more to it than this??? If not, I'm so disappointed. I thought it was going to be a lot more interesting.
Floss. x
PS: I didn't have any tissues to hand this afternoon. I have depleted my starbucks serviette supply as stand-in tissues whilst pathetically crying at desk all afternoon. Nose is now devoid of skin, bright red and oh so painful! ouch. Must remember to get ultra soft tissues. If I shave my head and move to Tibet I'm sure I'll not need to cry though. I have photos of me as a bald person from part of my make up work. I actually look very thin as a baldie. Not all bad I guess.
PPS: My life is officially the most pathetic I know of. It's almost 8pm and I'm sitting at my desk listening to saddo Magic FM (which hasn't played any Journey South yet), teary eyed, doing my freelance accounting and a contract that I just had approved from the New York office. No, I don't have family or friends to go to. I don't want to go home to the Onion Ring. So, I take refuge at my desk. I have defly hit an all time low. This is bad, even for me...
1 comment:
That RSW needs to take a long hard look at himself. He led you on, why else would you have given your heart away to him? Then, when it suits, he dumps you and flees to SA. Sounds to me like he has serious issues and isn't worth the pain and heartache he has caused you. It's a good thing those of us who love you don't know how to find him. Perhaps a good whack on the head with a shovel would bring him to his senses. Maybe while he's in SA he'll wake up to himself. You don't treat friends like poorly and you definitely don't treat someone who cares deeply about you badly.
We all know you'd last ten minutes as Tibetan nun ... you can't wear high heels or make up and their dress sense is non existant. Then again, maybe you'd give them a complete make over and start a new trend for them!!
FM
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