..each time i see you again. I fall to pieces, how can i be just your friend? I fall to pieces each time someone speaks your name. I fall to pieces, time only adds to the pain.
It is NOT okay to just be friends. It really is not.
Monday morning, asleep, after a big Sunday. The home phone rings. I decide to let it ring coz no one except for the fucking telemarketers know my home number. Then a couple of minutes later my mobile starts ringing. I decide to answer it as it could be work asking me to come in for an emergency patient. So i pick up and then this person goes " Hello is this the Dr. R who looks after xxxx nursing home. Coz i am phoning up to let you know that my mother is at this nursing home and wants a new pair of dentures" ...and then her phone drops out.....
Meanwhile i am so confused as i am still half asleep and wondering how in the hell did she get my number? I have always thought that doctors and dentists who have an unlisted phone number were wankers but after this incident i totally understand it. I realize that her mother was in urgent need of dentures but bitch please. How rude is it to phone someone at home and ask them about things like this. Wouldn't it be more professional and polite to actually speak to the nurse in charge or even the practice manager rather than me? and at home too? Fuck. I am getting angrier the more i fucking think about it.
I hate the fact that honesty never pays...for me anyway. I was at an interview for a super cool job that would have suited me well. Close to home and good working conditions. And what do I do but go and fuck it up by telling the interviewer about my future aspirations which don't really suit the super cool job. Now i could have lied and the job would have been mine coz lets face it, i was the best qualified.
But for some strange reason i decided that i should tell the truth. I am so bummed out that i just feel like playing loud music even louder and ...yet it still doesn't take away the pain. Adding to the misery is the fact that I have now got to start planning for my big move next year and I am in such a foul mood.
And you know i have even started playing competitive tennis just so my C.V. will not be a lie. I enjoy it but still. Screw this honesty crap. Next time I am gonna stick to the twisted half truths, pointed omissions and flat out lies to get what I want. Truth is for pussies.
So there is this video floating around of Amy Winehouse performing at a show in Zürich or somewhere in eastern Europe and..well all is not quite as it should be. Her manager later said that she had a cold. hmmmmm that is a great idea. How come no one has ever thought of that before. Why keep tissues in your pocket when storing them in your fake hair would be so much easier? Britney are you listening....... That said though tissues don't just disappear up your nose. I think "tissues" are another word for something that starts with a "C" and ends with a "oke". Amy is like the worst secret drug user ever.
I hate hate hate the song 'hey there Delilah'. And the fucking radio stations love playing that crap about 10 times a day. Whenever it comes on i just switch the channel. But this latest parody is Hi-larious. dammit i love a heartfelt Arab love song. mwahahahah remember "Didi" from way back when????
