I only want to say this once; So.
In random order...
I lost my keycard.
My engine broke.
I stayed at Jen Jen's.
I threw a PB.
I was a gimp.
I was bashed.
My boss gave me The Talk.
I cooked lasagna.
My sister had twin daughters.
I bought my dog a new coat at the Markets.
My mate at the Pub fell in love with me.
I admired a Welsh guy...
Miss Fancy Pants, Bar Chick, Miss Construed, Jen Jen and Daz
The Four Stages Of Life...
Awards...
About Me
- Miss Construed...
- Hi and welcome to my Blog. Three words that describe Me? Virgo. Thinker. Writer. I am a 47 year old separated mother of two who has an undiagnosed mental condition. According to my Ex. Or hubby. As he is dis-affectionately known throughout this Blog. My problem is that I think. I think there is something very wrong with me. Then again I might just be paranoid and deluded after smoking too much pot today.I have written two memoirs; both of which are unpublished to date. I have a BA in Philosophy but am also an employable Philosopher/Cleaner for the time being; at least until my blog starts making me a living. If you aren't afraid of the C word( or for that matter the F and S word) then I hope you visit my blog often.
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6 comments:
And if anyone wants to know anything about the preceding Events; just ask. I'll be happy to elaborate. I'm self-indulgent. Just ask.
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Indulge...please. I want to know what happened. x
Congrats on auntie-hood!
Glad the dog will be warm!
I LURVE lasagne.
The talk with the boss....was it a final one?
The question is...did YOU fall in love with your friend?
Tell me about the Welshman....
Hope you're ok. I always think of you. x
I am echoing Miss Understood. A full self indulgence is requested.
Mark x
'The Chat' that has yet to happen........let me tell you a bit about respect because you don't obviously respect yourself or me..........it must be earned.
Pity well that another chapter..
SIFSI...
I do respect you. You're my friend as well as my boss. The Chat I was referring to was after I'd had to take the day off work after Hubby had bashed me up; where you had inferred that if I didn't 'clean my personal act up' that you might not have a choice but to fire me, as turning up to work bashed was not a good look. Fair enough.
As for sneaking out for a cigarette the other day; is there Anybody out there who hasn't tried to pull a swifty on the Boss in their life?
If there is I'll give them a medal.
Miss Understood and Grump...
I'll reply to you guys later. Right now I need a drink. And a cigarette.
Oh babe, please pretty please get the hell out of that situation. My mum was beaten up when I was a kid and I STILL feel like shit about it. You can do it, hon, I know you can, you've just gotta rally around those who love you. Easy for me to say, I know, but I'm sure that if you can just gather that support together you can do it. Thinking of you. xox
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