Holding onto my youth.

Recently I've felt like my life has been running away from me. Its become this huge whirlwind and I'm just along for the ride. I spent a lot of time not doing very much now I struggle to find a spare five minutes.

But this is how I'm going to spend my spare five minutes.

Blogging about the other one thousand four hundred and thirty five minutes of my day.

Had a day off work today so have been cleaning the flat for most of the day. I find that I am getting better at throwing things away, I feel this is a sign of growing up. I no longer need to hold on to useless objects to remember a certain occasion or be reminded that someone is important to me. However, I shall try to keep hold of some of my hoarding skills as it will come in handy if I get old and start to forget things. Would be nice to have a few reminders of my youth. Remembering the days when I had hips like Sharika and tits that were still at a man's eye level. (No I am not freakishly tall or hanging out with short men, but since when have men ever looked at your face before your tits?)

Was listening to lost prophets as I cleaned. I always forget how much I love them. Back in the day when I was going to loads of gigs, of which were mostly shitty emo bands, why did I never get tickets to see them?! Obviously its not too late or anything, I just should have done it when I still loved to mosh, now I'll be one of those older people at gigs who just drink beer in the corner and nod along while watching all the younger crazy kids jump into one another like frogs in a bucket, only faster.

I updated my babies names book today. There is a section in the back for notes... I've had it since I was 12 and every year I put a new set of baby names in, some have stayed the same, others have gone out of fashion. I figure that by the time I am ready to have kids I shall have the perfect names.

I chose: Grace; George; Henry; Mariella (Ella); Alexander and Lily. 

Now don't go thinking that I just picked these off the top of my head, a lot of thought goes into this.

Nicknames that can be given (how it can be shorted etc.); the meaning/origin behind the name; how it goes with my second name and how it fits with other second names. As you can probably tell, I like traditional names.

Playing a stupid game with a guy at the moment, titled "Who can play it cooler". I'm already bored. 

Why cant we just say what we are thinking? Why do we have to skirt around the truth.

Now I know what you are thinking, and let me set this straight, I do not have feeling for this guy.

We are fuck buddies, plain and simple. 

He doesn't want a girlfriend and frankly I can't be dealing with the drama behind having a boyfriend. So why the game playing?

I think he thinks that because he's obviously gods gift to women *sarcastic face* that I must have changed my mind. I haven't implied that in any fucking way. Unless telling him that I can't wait to get his head back between my legs counts. 

This guy might come up on my blog often and because this is available to the public I shall change his name to... *flicks through babies names book* Rex. 

Oh look, Rex is on Facebook, lets see what he has to say.

Until next time I suppose.

xxx