Moving on up.

The first time i had my heart broken , I was four.My favourite thing in the whole wide world , that i loved so so much was my red shoes that looked exactly like Dorothy's from the wizard of Oz.I was walking with my Gran to the shops and suddenly i scuffed them.I collapsed.I burst into tears. "Why Ouma , why"?
I was devastated for weeks and then i got a pair of jelly babie shoes and I got over it.

My past grueling 3 weeks of  break up period , have been fucking awful.You would think after 18 years of this i would be used to it ? I have no skin around my nose , I no longer have Facebook and i have killed my Fleetwood Mac album.

This said it has also been great.Bursting into tears in a yoga position in front of 20 people was also quite the highlight.Drunk dialing,(When not drunk). Hate mails, love mails and hating couples have been part of this process.

My advice for anyone going through all this , get 2 amazing girlfriends , bottle of wine , chocolate chip anything , dance your heart out , cry your heart and be angry.

Then get over it , because after hurting in places you never thought you could or would, smiling even when all you wanna do is phone him, somewhere inbetween all this , you will get a pair of jelly babie shoes and well you'll get over it.

Love sucks at the moment , but i still have the idea that my " person" is out there  and they trying to get to me as fast as they can.

the hardest part

The hardest part of a broken heart isn't the ending as much as the start.
Relationships  are dam hard , and when it ends you loose not only your lover , but your best friend too.
Along with all this i have probably lost liters in tears and snot and a bit of my dignity.

So does it get easier? I don't know , a part of me still loves being in love , feeling like you can move fucking mountains because hey , you aint nobody till somebody loves you right?Who the fuck breaks it off on facebook? I hate this.

The part of me that has not slept or seen sun in a while is saying fuck it!
guess im writing to try let go even if it leads no where, the so called love of my life is on a plane right now , probably with haunted images of me and a sign of relief, and as this rescue remedy kicks in , i can only hope it will all get better.

What is apoohpriate.

This is probably a weird topic of thought but …

What are the ground rules when dropping Suzy off at the pool?

I have been to lots of clubs where after standing in a queue bursting, a rather sheepish girl works out, “that was not me.” My personal favourites is when throwing a house party, someone forgets to flush , is nothing safe anymore?

I mean a get it, no ones shit smells like roses, but surely there are some places you just don’t do it? My second train of thought is of course the poor girl who took a dump at Trinity Club. Wait let me rephrase that , took a dump on herself.

A floater greeted me this morning in a building that has 3 floors.

I personal think if it’s yellow then its mellow but hell people if its brown flush it down.