![]() Well dear 5 readers, I am finally able to blog after being hungover for the last 2 days. Turning 31 on Friday is actually not what happened to take it out of me... No, what did it was continuing the party all day Saturday, Saturday night and then trying to on Sunday but failing miserably. Yes, us 31 year old's try. We may fail, but we try at least. If turning 31 means I can no longer take the pace, then it can sod off back to which ever rock it crawled out of. Yes the weekend has been rather a messy one and I am officially off the drink until tomorrow night. It is Bayram after all :) So my weekend kick started on Friday morning, yes the actual day of the turning of age, when I went to the port to pick up the huge dude who had come over from Rhodes to join in the celebrations. He brought with him near enough the whole of the British supermarket. Bless. But he also brought with him a new coffee flask for me! OK, so it doesnt quite look like the one the Yanki lost, but its very close! Once again, bless. As I had to work for the majority of the day, I didnt start the festivities until around 8pm. This is where it all went Pete Tong. We went to Joanne the Mingers and got straight on the Absolute. Not one of my greatest ideas let me tell you. Especially as the ex text wishing me a happy birthday and sending my head spinning once again. Or could that have possibly been the Absolute? Either way, the head was up the arse. That ex of mine really is a shit. He doesnt want me but he doesnt want anyone else to have me either. Hence the reason he text me around about 10pm, knowing full well that I would be on the pop with my friends. He thinks he is clever but he is so not. My Absolute filled eyes can and will always see straight through him. Selfish arse! The reason me and the ex split up was because he went in the army. Dont get me wrong, I would have waited for that sucker, but I think he thought that I couldnt keep it in my pants for such a length of time. Oh how wrong he was... Anyway, it was hugely on and off all the way through the army, and still when he came out. Until he started dating a 'so called friend'. All I have to say about that is it didnt work out with her, so he started texting me again. Me being a sap let him for a period of time. I even had him round to mine a few times. Why? Like I said, I was a sap. Not any more! Yes I still think about him, but bye god, I could never forgive him for what he did, and the 'so called friend' is just a huge looser in the first place, so they are welcome to each other. I just wished I could remember that when I am drunk... Tit.com I never did get the whole sloppy seconds thing... Anyway, after the whole texting incident, we hit Bar Street. I wish I could say that I remembered it, but alas, I do not. The pictures have not even convinced me that I was there either. I do on the other hand have rather a lot of scratches and bruises that have been inflicted by possibly a rabid dog that I apparently would not leave for over an hour. This was all before getting to Bar Street! The dog was not small. It was a guard dog that happened to be a bloody German Sheppard that was on a chain, tied up due to it being so vicious. I off course thought that it would be a sweet thing if you were nice to it, but, as usual, I was wrong and have the scares to prove it... I even bought a new dress for the occasion, but as I dont remember wearing it, I get to wear it again really soon :) Anyway, that was Friday. Saturday... What on earth can I say about Saturday? OK, Saturday I missed the Benders from Eastenders once again. I seriously need to learn a lesson here and stop drinking on a Friday night... Other than that, we all went out for lunch and didnt come home till 3am. Lunch turned into Shandy's, Shandy's turned into Beers, Beer's turned into Vodka's, and I turned into a some sort of wanker. Normal night out then...! Sunday was a different story. I tried to force a shandy down me but it was just not happening. I may have sulked for a while about this. Joanne the minger and the huge dude on the other hand were not suffering from the same affliction. Seemed to be working well for them, so why not for me? Alcoholic poisoning possibly? Anyway we did a few hours on the beach and then down to the marina for another hour until I could take the pain no longer and needed to get back to the comfort of my own home. I was greeted with a lovely surprise of the house looking like a bog. Why is it when drunk, the house just seems to mess itself up? And then there was today. Day 2 of the stinking hangover. I have not felt the love for much today to be fair. The poor huge dude has had to deal with vicious Lou for the last couple of days too. Poor bugger. I put it down to that manipulative ex texting me. I think he now needs to just piss off. And to top it all off, the stupid Yanki had blocked me from viewing his wall on facebook. So, nothing else for it but to delete that sucker. Why he wanted to restrict my access is beyond me. Its not like I ever wanted to drunk stalk him. Ha, maybe he wanted me to! Or maybe not, but what a fool to have done it in the first place. Even though I now have a new coffee flask, I still have not gotten over the loss of the first one. RIP my funky coffee flask :( Yes dear 5 readers of mine, the weekend is now over, but no time for the impending doom to set in as we are on it like a car bonnet tomorrow night for Bayram. Needless to say it will end in disaster as it always does. I think I will leave the phone at home as at least then I wont be tempted to bombard that looser ex of mine with texts. Well, not until I get home anyway. The thing is, the sucker always replies! What the hell is wrong with him? I pick fights for the fun of it and he replies. Without fail! Ahh well, all's well that ends well with this weekend. It may be time to hang up the drinks though after tomorrow night as I feel a 3 day hangover coming on... Watch this space! P.S. The looser that usually sends me crappy comments about my blog has now stopped. They were getting quite entertaining. Nothing like a bit of jealously to spark someone off is there?
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![]() Its Monday night and Im in a rather good mood. As this is a foreign feeling for a Monday, I thought I should make the most of it by blogging. In my last diary entry I had just been dumped (ha, fool!), so I thought why the hell not start my week like I mean to go on, in a bloody good mood and blogging about it. Being dumped by the Yanki was possibly the best thing that could have happened to me last week as it made way for bigger and better. Bigger being the most suitable word of choice in this circumstance (and I dont mean in the way that you think I do, being the good girl that I am). Yes it is quite sufficient to say that I have had a rather large weekend with a rather large dude. In the case of sounding far too Carrie Bradshaw-esk, I would have named this puppy Mr.Big, but alas, that name is already taken. So nothing else for it but to name him 'the huge dude'. I dont wish to be rude about the Yanki as he was OK. But OK is not what Im looking for, so I must say this; thanks Yanki, you did me a huge favor. America is not the best at everything like you would have everyone believe, its Football not Soccer, the countries in Great Britain are not states, and you still owe me a coffee flask. I am like an elephant, I never forget. Actually thats debatable, I do forget lots of things, but choose to remember whats truly important and that happens to be my god dam coffee flask. If someone asked me what I remembered most about dating a Yanki, my answer would be that he lost my coffee flask. Fond memories? Yes, but of my coffee flask. Anyway, back to my weekend. Yes I have enjoyed it and yes I consumed rather a lot of alcohol. We had to start somewhere and Joanne the mingers hotel seemed to be as good a place as any. As the vodka is cheap and the talk was good, it made a good start to the night. From there we hit Cheers and then onto VIP. Who knew that there was a dark dingy nightclub under the beach front exterior! You would have thought that I should have known this being the fact that I have lived here since 97, but hey ho, I only venture into certain bars usually. After all the alcohol was consumed, (and I do mean all the alcohol in Marmaris) it was time to head home, but not to bed like any normal person would have done at 6.30am. Ohhhh no. Firstly let me point out that I completed my first mission of not undertaking in any drunk stalking which is always good, but I managed to miss my Saturday morning Eastenders omnibus session which is always bad. However the reason for missing it brings us back to good again as me and the huge dude were still awake and chatting until 11.30am. If I could remember what on earth we chatted about till 11.30am I would blog about it, however being nearly 31, my nearly 31 year old mind has chosen to forget those details. It couldnt have been the alcohol. Yes friends, Friday was a good one. After 2 hours sleep and waking up still rather intoxicated, the only thing for it was to go out an top up with a shandy or 2 over a late lunch. And then came Saturday night. As I only had to top up on alcohol levels, it wasnt long before that tipsy feeling crept over me once again. This time we hit bar street in style. Joanne the minger was dressed to kill and the vodka was once again flowing. Another good night had by all. When I say all, I mean me, I cant say if the huge dude thought the same after I left him in town as I had done a vanishing act, but all hail his memory for finding his way back to mine via taxi. Good thing I was up and listening to tunes or he would have found himself sitting in the doorway all night. He wouldnt have been the first! If you ask me what my type is, I dont seem to have one. The huge dude is somewhat different to the Yanki in almost every way known to man. Firstly there is the appearance - this huge dude is what I describe as a real man. Secondly he is older than me (and I do generally prefer it that way) and thirdly, he is British which in all honesty works out much better for me. Yes Yanki spoke the same language as me however, in the grand scheme of things, it turned out that he didnt really... Does the huge dude speak my language? Time will only tell, but so far so good. But what the hell is it with me picking up blokes that live no where near me? There is the gorgeous French dude living in France, Mr.Attitude living in Istanbul (still too close for my liking), the Yanki living on the ocean and now the huge dude living in Rhodes... Is my sub conscious self trying to tell me something? Well it doesnt matter anyway as the huge dude has invited me and Joanne the minger over for a weeks worth of an all inclusive holiday in Rhodes. Did I forget to mention that he is a manager of a holiday company and can get us in wicked hotels for free? My bad. October will now be renamed as the holiday month. A week in Rhodes and then 2 weeks in Spain. Ahh the life of a jet setting single socialite... Just before I sign off for the evening I would like to send a message to the horrifically boring person that reads my blog and feels the necessity to send me messages telling me that my grammar is incorrect in a nasty old way. If you dont like it, dont read it you sad pathetic looser. I have a feeling that you say these things (under the sudo name 'anon') because you are somewhat secretly filled with jealousy and you just cant live your life the way you wish to. What a shame you feel the need to read every one of my blog entries about my super life. Have a blog of your own do you? And with that (grammar in toe), I bid you goodnight. ![]() Since my last diary post, I seem to have managed to have fallen into a slump of feeling rather sorry for myself. Let me give you an example of this: tonight I sent an email to the universe asking for some direction. And its not the first time that I have done this either. The last time worked out so well that I was inspired to build my business, so you see, not all hope is lost (yet)... I guess I need to listen hard for my reply. I know it will come, but I doubt in the form of a reply email. That would just be frikkin freaky! Anyway, back to my week. After staying home and blogging last Friday night, I also decided to stay home on Saturday night too. I just could not find the will or energy needed in the whole getting ready process of hair and make up. Men are so lucky. They can just throw on a pair of shorts/jeans/pants, a shirt or t shirt, squirt the aftershave and leave the house. They may not look great all the time but at least they look passable. I on the other hand, look like the bride of Frankenstein if I attempt to leave the house without having at least 5 changes of wardrobe, make up done and re done if necessary, hair done this way then that way, and then one more change of wardrobe so that I can honestly say that I feel less frump like and more mysterious vamp. Who the hell am I kidding, I look like exactly what I am when I go out, and that dear friends is an aging socialite. And this is normal for us gal's. Totally normal. Why is it that we become so obsessed in looking our very best? You never know who you may happen to meet, thats why. Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent, but hey, what sort of diary would I be writing if I didnt go tangent delving occasionally? The Yanki came round on Saturday night bringing with him some beer. The reason I was in such an odd mood was because it was the anniversary of my dear departed Grandmother. Dont get me wrong, she had a great life and passed at 101 years this time last year. Her funeral happened to be on my 30th birthday. That was a weird experience let me tell you. I hadnt seen a lot of my family for many many years, so it was great to see them on my 30th, but not so great due to the circumstances. Anyway, I had the urge to get drunk last Saturday, but barley managed to get tipsy. Poor effort really. Sunday was a god dam right off. I managed to get my butt out of my self pitty for a few hours and headed down to the beach for a much needed girly gossip with some friends. It lightened the day. Monday came and went with only one decision being made: I was hitting the town on Tuesday night. So I did. I went out, had a few Vodka's, got a bit tipsy and went home. Well actually a bit more happened in between. I was getting hit on and didnt want to be getting hit on especially by the guy that was doing the hitting. I called the Yanki to come rescue me. He happened to be in bed and after much persuasion, he got up and came to Cheers. The problem was though that the guy had left at the same time the Yanki walked in. He was not happy and is still not happy. He turned around and walked straight back out. Cant blame him really as he was in bed at the end of the day. Well done to him for getting up though eh! Anyway my night continued with a bit more vodka, but I felt weird, so decided to take myself off home and abuse my phone instead. That was clearly one of the best ideas that I have ever had. Not. I am still cringing at the messages sent and the phone calls made. Seriously, why do I have to do it? My friends do it too, so its not as if I am the only one, but its just ridiculous. I no longer wish to do this, so I am instructing myself to stop now. Wednesday was an odd day. My days seem to be getting odder and odder in how I perceive life. I find myself with a large amount of time on my hands and usually, to a normal person this would be great. You could go to the beach, go swimming, sunbathing, etc. But being a vampire I find it hard to go out in the sun. So where does this leave me? Bored and indoors. Winter is great as I can catch up with all my friends and generally there is never a dull moment, but summer? Well, not much going on really. And the pisser of this is that I severely hate being bored. Dont get me wrong here dear 5 readers, I do try as much as possible to stimulate the mind, but you can only do that to a certain extent without that getting boring too. I find Angry Birds works a charm for 20 minutes. Anyway, another tangent delved into and out of. I managed to go to Kipa. Yes, that was the extent of my day apart from getting a serious headache from doing some much needed editing on my book. Good times... Today brings us up to Thursday. I actually did something today! I went to visit Joanne the minger and Carol the physic crank at the hotel for 5 hours and some vodka. I had to return the amulet that she had lent to me as it had started to give me a rash. The vodka was good as was the chatting. I miss the chatting more than I miss anything these days. For work I talk on the phone all day long, but its not the same. Once home, after the Yanki had been ignoring me since Tuesday night, we chatted on FB for a while. I got dumped for being a tit. I am a handful, I am not perfect, I am independent, I am stubborn, I am annoying when Im drunk and its possible that I may have some underlying issues, but hey, dont we all? I feel my theme tune coming back "Another one bites the dust". Oh joy of bloody joys... Being a single socialite really does have some set backs especially when I am supposedly the most self centered person ever in the world when Im drunk. I would have said a bit of a small handful and occasionally irritatingly stupid, but self centered? That one was a bit harsh. Its not as if I have never seen video footage of me being rather intoxicated before. Yes, Shaun my dear Sister of the opposite sex does evil things and catches me on film occasionally. May I just say, I didnt think I came across as self centered. A wanker maybe, but not self centered. Anyway, I am going out this weekend. Oh yes, indeed I am. A friend from Rhodes is coming over and it could end up being messy. I have had to delete the Yanki's number as I couldnt bear to drunk stalk him. And lets face it, the possibility is quite high that I would. Its a shame I still have one number memorized and no matter how drunk I get, I never forget that god dam number... Its not as if I even wish to talk to said memorized numbered person. But he always gets hit with the shit stick non the less. The poor dear. And to make matters seriously worse, in a week I will be 31. Yep, 31 and single. 31 and an old maid. I feel Adele coming on tonight, I really do. If I had a violin, I would play it to myself, all be it badly, but who the hell cares. Man alive, I hope the universe answers me quickly with some direction. I dont think I can handle much more boredom. Im hoping I dont do a Britney. Seriously. People, any suggestions are welcome at this stage. The only thing I may turn my nose up at is knitting. I may be an old maid, but I aint ancient. Yet. P.S I have just figured out why I am in an odd mood. My back has started to ache. Welcome to my time of month. Again. ![]() Well dear 5 readers of mine, as you can see Adele and her dulcet slit your own wrist tunes havent pushed me over the edge just yet. Good news too as I wouldnt have wanted to miss this weeks randomess that is my life. After I finished blogging (and feeling dam sorry for myself) on Sunday I actually managed to drag up the energy to go visit Joanne the minger who was also suffering on the sofa, refusing to drag her sorry asse to work. We moaned a bit about life in general and then after much persuasion by me, we even went for a Sunday roast. It wasnt the best day on the planet, but it wasnt as bad as I originally thought it was going to be. Yes, sometimes life throws you a curve ball that happens not to be the end of the world, but being 1 part of team minger is a bonus as all that make up team minger know that if one minger is down, then they have to do their utmost to bring that minger back on form. Or to at least to the stage where one can see the light through the vodka. The start of the week was much the same as any other, getting over the mingingness that is the 2 day hangover. Sometimes I wonder how I can still peruse a vodka when I have a hangover, but I believe a hangover is like child birth - We forget the pain, otherwise why would we do it again and again and again and again. Didnt do much apart from catch up on the forgotten work of Sunday and hate myself inwardly, but I manned up, pulled through and managed to not go drown myself in a fishbowl. Bravo me!!! Tuesday was brighter. Put it this way, it came and went with the Yanki taking me out for dinner on the marina as he had lost my hit flask and had to pay me back somehow. We managed to argue our way through most of dinner about really ridiculous things, but hey, whats a dinner without an argument of some sort? He came back to mine and I then proceeded to treat him to watching a bit of Lost. God my life is just amazing isnt it? Wednesday was a foul day. I went to the hairdressers to get the roots done and came out with severely short hair. Dam Turkish hairdressers and there lack of listening skills! Lotfi my Tunisian friend was with me for the whole ordeal but that didnt make the situation any better. We were due to be going straight out to dinner after the hairdressers, but as my luck would have it, my hair looked that vile that I couldnt upset innocent people with that image, so we came back to my house instead and I cooked. Although I was traumatized about my hair, we managed to have a nice night watching depressing love story DVDs. Why is it that when watching something lovely like a love story I feel depressed and want to reach for the vodka? Thursday. Well what can I say about Thursday that wont get me into any trouble? It was the most random day known to man. I started out the day with the mission of going on the fake hair hunt. Yes, I just couldnt cope with the shit on my head any longer and like the classy socialite that I am, I took myself off to the market to get some market hair. How gross am I? After getting some gross market hair, I headed to visit Joanne the minger who was perched at the end of the bar in the hotel she works in. There was a random customer also there that we now know as Carol the crank. We got to talking and it turns out that other than being a crank, Carol also claims to be a medium and that I had opened the channels as all sorts of dead folk came visiting me. Hi dead Uncle in South Africa. Apparently some dude called Paul is going to be very significant in my life and I am moving to bloody Zimbabwe???? Urm, please god no? Anyway, voices told Carol the crank to lend me her very very expensive sapphire necklace to give me protection and positivity for the next two weeks. And she said that if I am not feeling better and more positive by the time she leaves, I am to keep the necklace until we meet again. I have a feeling that I wont be feeling too much better until the day after she has gone :) Nooo, I am just kidding. I dont want the bloody amulet to choke me in my sleep after all :) Then after bypassing Kipa like I had done for days and coming home to a house where the fridge and cupboards were and still are bear, Joanne the minger called me up and informed me that we were going out and getting on it. OK I said, obviously. What sort of socialite would be otherwise? To keep the night cheap, I bought a bottle of vodka and took it back down to the hotel where I would have usually used my hit flask for vodka camouflage but couldnt due to simple Yanki losing it. Carol the crank was on the beer and on form with the channeling of dead folks once more, so needless to say, I took full advantage and started asking questions about life, love and career. Apparently I am going to be uber successful. In sodding Zimbabwe. All hail Carol the crank! During this time we were sneakily slugging back the vodka like there was no tomorrow and when I eventually convinced Joanne the minger to leave the hotel it was 1.30am. The thought of going home didnt enter any of our heads, so we hit the beach front for some action. And action is what we got. The gay boys in Cheers were on it again hating on each other in there 'who looks the hottest in there tight white vests' way that they seem to bum off. We moved onto Albatross where I was happy to find the nice gay boys that I love dearly by the names of Jamie Morris and Taz Joseph. They are famous in Marmaris as they do the drag show on top on the Tepe hill. This is were you could have knocked me down with a feather. I was recognized. Yes, me! I was recognized by 2 lovely young ladies that were on holiday (that do not know me from Adam) but are readers of this: My Blog!!!!!! Shock engulfed me, so ladies if I repeated myself with 'I just cant believe you read my blog' a few times, then I am sorry and if I happen to bump into you both again, I will try to have some interesting conversation for you. Still, I just cant believe that people actually read this and like it!!! Thanks ladies! Who's famous now then :) After the thrill of meeting readers, we decided to go for some much needed drunk food. More randomness. Joanne the minger being her usually chatty self got talking to 2 blokes that came to join us. We ended up buying another bottle and drinking on the beach watching the sun rise like a group of tits. The things you do when drunk eh? I was invited out to dinner by one of them, however Im not really sure why as I was downright rude to him if Im being totally honest here. He must have liked it. I doubt I would recognize him again if I fell over him so that counts dinner out. Anyway, another 7am in the morning job arriving home, alone (through choice though), rather drunk and in need of some Gucci snuggles. I love my dog when Im pissed. He gives the best Mummy cuddles. Ugggghh Friday... Hangover and work never works well. Plus I had a meeting to get my arse over to and I was not looking forward to schmoozing. However the universe was looking out for me as the 2 gents that I was schmoozing with were fit fit fit!!!!! God dam I could hardly get the words out of my mouth with all the slavering I was doing. And once again, I was invited out to party with them Istanbul style (but in Marmaris). They are only here till Sunday and then back to Istanbul, so at the moment I am still deliberating on whether to go out with them tomorrow night. I should just do it as they seem really nice and the hotness is an added bonus, but to be fair if they were not very nice people, I dont think I would care as seriously, god dam! Anyway enough drivel from me about hot dudes as its Friday night and Im home alone blogging. Seriously, Im supposed to be a socialite not a sad looser that is home alone on a Friday night blogging. Looserville.com P.S - The fit French dude from when Nathan was here on holiday has informed me that I am very much welcome to go visit him for a long weekend. Hmm, France is so close to Spain, and guess where I am going in October? Look who's happy now? Must be the sapphire amulet that is swinging around my positive neck. Maybe Carol the crank aint such a crank after all? Adele? Back off bitch, your not needed this week! :) ![]() Welcome to my labyrinth of impending doom. Yes folks, its bloody well back. I should know by now what to expect after a night on the town, but alas, I never do learn. Indeed I have hangover depression at its greatest. Put it this way: Bugger all exciting has happened in my life recently. Im nearly 31, my hangovers seem to be lasting for 2 days, I swear Im putting on weight, men are just wankers and its time to trade in some of my friends. Socialite? Ha! If you bumped into me without noticing me, then I wouldnt blame you. I need a break from this land, thats what I need. As it happens I have just booked myself a little holiday in October to visit the parents in Spain for a few weeks. That may do me the world of good, or I may miss the Guc pig and become depressed as he wont be with me, but wither way, I will be getting the hell outta here for a while. I may not come back. Wouldnt that be something? Viva Espania! To make matters worse, this week has been dull and mundane to say the least. I really should not be blogging right now, but I am steaming ahead regardless, sodding the consequences. Tuesday was a good one. I went over to the dark side in Icmeler to visit one of the mingers Angie. Dinner, gossip, wine, gossip, wine,wine, wine is how our night went. I love going to Ange's. Its like going home. I dont have to do anything, I can act like a stroppy teenager, I can drink without being judged and I like it. OK, so its not quite like going home, but it is good. In fact, thinking about it now, I should go up there more often as that seems to be the only night I didnt suffer from boredom. Fair play. Start Tangent: Yes I am one of these folks that needs stimulation constantly as the mind hates sitting idle. Guess what I do when Im bored? I build websites for fun and stock pile them. I dont even use them for gods sake. But, anything you can do to keep the mind stimulated is something to be proud of in Marmaris. You can get stuck in a rut of going out and partying constantly or go the other way entirely and not go out at all. I seem to be in the middle. But I am not enjoying going out here any more. There in lies the problem. Hence the increasing urge to get the hell outta here and find myself again. Someone pointed out that I seem to be displaying rather a lot of self destructive behavior recently. I thought they were wrong until I realized that I am simply bored and do things to entertain myself that normal folk would class as pure weird. Maybe I am weird, but each weirdo to their own. I need a life dam it. Can I borrow yours please and see how a normal person lives for a day? End Tangent. Wednesday was OK. I had pizza, I walked and I slept. The Yanki was present. Thursday was crap on a stick, as was Friday. Thank god I was saved by my friend Lotfi on Saturday. We had a lovely night. We went for dinner in Faros, watched gay boys rip each other to pieces in Cheers, hit bar street, found the Yankis, went to visit Joanne the minger on the slavers boat, I passed out, woke up no Yanki, slaver and Joanne had an argument, we walked to Joannes house, I then decided to go find Kastro, walked another 3 miles getting accosted the whole way, got home at 7am alone and welcomed the start of the labyrinth of impending doom. I decided to abuse my phone for a while. Always the best idea possible when in the labyrinth. A few people got hit with the shit stick but none were playing. Didnt they realize that I was bored and needed entertainment? Me and the Yanki seem to have fallen out. Why? Cos I thought it was a bit out of order to have dumped me whilst passed out on Joannes Slavers boat (apparently Joanne had insisted for him to leave me there). Still, I have my opinion. What a change a week can make. This time last week I was out picnicing and generally having a good time. Where am I now? Home alone with my crap hangover blogging. Shall I just put on a bit of Adele to really push me over the edge? I need to do something. I need to get back to the real me that doesnt show self destructive behavior and is a normal (ish) person with normal (ish) friends with a life of some sort instead of bobbing around doing what Im doing and being so horrifically bored doing so. If you have any ideas please go ahead and let me know as anything has got to be better than this. Maybe I should have booked the holiday for now instead of sodding October? Dont know if I can wait that long, especially waiting here, in the land that the world forgot. Ahh well, Adele it is then... I would insert a 'watch this space', but you could be watching for a rather long and boring time and I wouldnt want to welcome anyone else into my labyrinth of impending doom. Selfish cow aint I. ![]() What is it about freaks and weirdo's that I seem to attract (No Yanki, Im not talking about you)? This week has seen them all crawling back out of the woodwork and its starting to irritate me no end with the fact that they seem to think that they can just wheedle their way back in with very little effort other than incessant texts, facebook messages and late night phone calls. Firstly my X X X boyfriend (the one that inspired me to write) has started back up again with ridiculous texts. We finished 3 years ago and then he decided to put me through the ringers by stringing me along for a further year and a half to then piss off with a 'Friend' (see articles for this one, I let loose!). Why would I ever wish to hear from that thing again is beyond me, and why he would wish to get in touch when he knows that he will never receive anything more than a frosty 'piss off' is mystifying! The next fool to start crawling is Mr Attitude from Istanbul. I have not answered a text or call since the day he got back on the flight in April (or there abouts) yet he continues to bother me with his pointless self appreciation letting me know just how buff and toned he is. Come on!!! I mean, if he thinks that I am that shallow to reply due to him getting all buff and toned, then this tit never knew me at all. And today, the Key fool. He has called, text and is now flooding me with facbook messages telling me just how much he misses me. Urm, yes please, I am just going to jump back into the arms of each one of these idiots. Not. Can they seriously not see that I am not the usual tourist that visits Marmaris and that if they seriously wanted to achieve something other than a lot of humiliation, they need to choose different tactics as the usual crap tactics are clearly not working for them in this instance with this Brit. It really makes me laugh that they honestly think so much of themselves that they think I would welcome them back with open arms. And in case you are wondering, each one of these 'men' happen to be Turkish. Before the shit hits the fan, I am not slating Turkish men. What I am doing is slating the intelligence of the ones that I have previously had anything to do with, and maybe my own intelligence for having anything to do with them in the first place. Dam these snappy dressing ex suitors! Yes people, before entering into anything to do with a man of different nationality than your own, seriously think hard and consider that what with all the culture differences if you can really make it work. 9 times out of 10 when Turks and Brits get married it ends up in a nasty mess on both sides. I take my hat off to friends that have made it work, but that is exactly what it takes: WORK. Thankfully I am an independent free spirit and dont need a man to survive and love my life like a lot of the gals that flood to Marmaris every year due to believing they have found true love. If you have found true love, good for you, well done and you deserve it. Just make sure that you keep your eyes wide open as I am under no illusions that even though the 3 men in question that happen to be disturbing me, are probably disturbing 5 other females each in the hopes that one will fall for the shit that they are spinning. Goodluck.com springs to mind! Rant over. Normal service will resume shortly. ![]() With my blues well and truly gone, I have found myself wondering just what it is about periods that locks us ladies in the labyrinth of doom? I decided to stop wondering about it as I found myself faced with an age old statement that men will never truly understand: Hormones. Sod the hormones I say. They only come round once every month after all! Anyway, back to the activities, as thats what my diary is all about: Thursday (Part 2) - After the Karaoke night had finished I nipped down to Faros for 'just one drink' with a good friend of mine that was on holiday. Just one drink turned into a bad assed night down Bar Street wouldnt you know it. I cant even say that I was dressed for the occasion however at least I had my lashes on! The night was a dam good one, however I have no idea how I got home or what time that may have been, but I do know one thing: Waking up on the hall way floor fully clothed with my handbag still on my shoulder and my killer heels still attached to my feet means that I didnt make it up to bed. Achingallover.com does not do this nearly 31 year old body any good at all. Ahh well, at least I wore my lashes! Friday - What can I say about the ridiculous hangover that would not piss off? Not much so I wont bore you with how sodding ill I happened to be for the entire day and night. I did manage to cook for the Yanki though. I cooked a dirty big veggie lasagna and it was fit even if I do say so myself. And I didnt even have to drink a drop of alcohol (someone upstairs was looking out for me for once). Yes it was a nice night and even though I had a dirty stinker of a hangover, I enjoyed myself :) Saturday - The Benders from Eastenders is the only way to start a Saturday off. 2 full hours of catch up definitely chilled me out. I actually had no plans to go out and didnt even wish to go out which is rather odd to say the least. I decided to go for a catch up with my good friend Jackie whilst putting the world to rights. What is it about 2 fully grown adult women and their need to talk for hours without coming up for breath? Having your girlfriends and Mingers around you is the only way that you can survive in this crazy land I swear. Roll on the winter I say when I can be on constant catch up with my friends! My fellow Vodka drinking friend Korhan was not hitting the town either so we decided to have an Amy Winehouse remembrance night round at my house. In true 'fans of Amy' style we toasted our Gin filled glasses whilst listening to her amazing voice and updating facebook telling all that was online just how much we missed her. Fans are fans at the end of the day, and even though my thoughts are with those effected with what that evil physco man did in Norway, it still annoyed me that people cant see that a loss of a life is a loss of a life, and that dear readers is a huge tragedy to a fan. And when the commiserating was over, we went for soup. Sunday - The Yanki and I had arranged to go picnicing for the day. We headed off on the back of his scooter out of Marmaris and up a road I had never been up before which shocked the hell out of me as I thought I knew every road that surrounded Marmaris! Goes to show that you can see something new occasionally after being here for 14 years. We had a wicked day and I got my vampire white skin burnt to buggery. Stupid white skin! Anyway, to chill the skin down a few beers were indulged in on the marina whilst the Yanki [tried] to teach me Chess. I had an advantage as a little old British man came to my aid and I managed to win a game! I also found out that before the Yanki and I had ever met, his friends in America were checking out Marmaris online and happened to come across my blog to which they sent him the link. And thats how we met. It blows my mind (even with the power of the world wide web) that his friends in the States stumbeled upon this site of mine, yet the Yanki and I had never met and we were both in Marmaris at the same time, only meeting when his pals sent him the link and he did a bit of stalking (sorry Yanki, couldnt help that one). Could that be the Universal Law of Attraction working again? It also blows my mind that since I started mastering the Law of Attraction, thoughts really do become things. Long live the 'The Secret'! Anyway, moving on before I decide to change this diary entry into a Law of Attraction homage, after all the wining of chess, Sister Shaun decided to grace us with his presence but up on the beach front for an hour. By this time, I must say I did not wish to drink any more beer and after food with friends, the Yanki and I went back up home to my house. Yes I love the weekends here and I am happy to report a bloody good one for this weekend, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing more of the world come the end of December! And for once my Sunday impending doom did not come to visit. How odd? Anyway, now that its Monday and its back to the grind, life has kicked back into the reality of action again. Why are Mondays so hard to get through even though I am not surrounded by the grey skies of the UK? I guess Monday's are Monday's anywhere you go in the working world... Oh how I do wish my life was made up of just Saturdays and Sundays sometimes. Life. Apparently it's a bitch. Not this week though. Talk about good Karma :) |
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