Love and shite, shite is greek word for love, I suggest you to not read this

hehe.

guest post, by one of the MOST wonderful girls that I know,

who I call - My sweet honey (teehee, forgive me oh great one, I HAD to say that :P)


Once upon a time there was a guy in Sandland called, er, Owl. He had eyes as black as black grapes and a very sexy way of making you laugh. He was charming, in all the wrong proportions, but still charming. We were better off as friends and things were picture-perfect-partners-in-crime-ish until he decided to ask me out and ruin it. No, really. What we had was good but it was sooo complicated. Also, there were other reasons.

1) He lives some 100000 km away for most of the year save the summer.
2) I did NOT want to be his "summer fling".
3) He was a friend's ex.
4) ^That was no big problem as my friend and I were never I and my friend, if you know what I mean.
5) I still thought relationships were fucking overrated.

So I call it off, er, not very gracefully (& mourn about it into pillows and bathroom walls for what seems like an eternity). It really annoyed me that he wasn't half as pissed off as he should have been. When he went back he wrote to me saying we should stay in touch n stuff and I chose to ignore his mail. Nice move huh? :| (Totally, what bs i say :| ) He never mailed again and I convinced myself that blech, he was not my perfect guy anyway.

Side note: Ok, my perfect guy?
Should be a forum-trolling, nicotine-fixated, balding, dour,
indifferent, guileless hack-writer who has read Vonnegut and Camus,
can spell T-R-U-F-F-A-U-T and know that 400 Blows.avi isn't an
instructional video, possesses 7 GB+ porn on his hard drive, listens
only to sociopol rock and trims his armpit hair on birthdays 4 meeee. <3

=]]

Ahem, anyway, back to the Great Indian Sob Story. It was all okay-ish until I learnt that he is coming back this summer. Don't tell me I shouldn't "give a fuck about it since I ended it" like the others. Urgh. I know the amount of human emotion I’m capable of will shock you, but I have huge guilt-trips. I'm like the other guilt queen. And it's going to be awkward and awkward doesn't go down very well with me, just like, raw vegetables or sushi. Graaaaaaah.

End rant.




Soulful apologies for utter torturement.


Sigh.

Love,

ze sweet honey (:P teehee!)