![]() 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.
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A FRIEND....
8/7/2011 03:02:26 am
My dear Louise your mum is right, you have the life you want to have.
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Jen
8/8/2011 02:14:33 am
That is an odd comment. Lou I dont think u have a mask and I dont think that u r a little girl crying for help either. What u see is what u get in Lou's case and that why I like u so much.
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