so me and H toddled off saturday night to have dinner/get bombed with Marianne and Tony, some people we've met and become friendly with through BNI business type stuff.
all in all i had fun and it was a good laugh but both Tony and Marianne are in their mid fifties and it was like a vision into one potential future for me and H. weird...
basically, they have no kids, aren't married, Tony still smokes as if he were my age, Marianne makes H's ability to natter on like a loon seem frankly amateurish but still, i couldn't quite avoid the fact that i was basically getting battered with my parents. but getting battered my way, not my folks way...
oddness abounds in such situations and i couldn't help laughing at some of the blatant idiocy/hypocrisy on display at moments which really wasn't helping with the parental units comparisons.
example: tony has pretentions of hippydom and berates Marianne for driving a whacking great BMW about as it's (quote) "impractical and dirty", Tony himself, however, has a Porche... queue much biting of fists from me so i don't embarrass myself and/or H by pointing and laughing at the fool.
still, if all goes to plan he thinks i'm awesome so will be happy to use my services as in inventory clerk so teeth marks in the fist are, frankly, a small price to play for all the potential gains.
NB: i apologise for the rather direct writing here but attempting to pen abstract diatribes is a lot of effort, especially when you've been battered at the weekend and are actually trying to talk about something rather than nothing.
NB2: also, i don't care what you think so hence i retract the afore stated apology as i actually fully meant every word i said and FUCK YOU anyway.
NB3: i apologise for the previous comment. it was childish and uncalled for, it appears i'm developing some kind of split-bloginality syndrome.
NB4: FUCK OFF! I'M NOT SCHIZO, HE IS!
NB5: i apologise for my other personality and for his appalling use of shit old jokes. it's not his fault, he was touched by bad people in naughty places when he was a small child.
NB6: that wasn't me, that was the nasty one, he think's that it's clever to make paedo jokes. he's right, it is but none the less i still feel the need to distance myself from his actions.
*reins in his multiple personalities*
sorry about that, not entirely sure where i went there but apparently something still isn't balanced out quite right from when i was touched as a child...
NB7: right, i've had enough of this shit. that wasn't me, it was the angry one. i am now going to take the pair of them to task. no computer games for a MONTH you two! do you hear? honestly you try and raise your various psychological entities right to be ethical and intelligent and give them the best possible start in life and this is the sort of thanks you get. i mean really! i don't know why i bother sometimes for all the good it achieves. maybe it'd be different if i wasn't trying to do this by myself but it's not like you can ever trust anyone else to help you. mother always said i shouldn't trust him but why would i listen to her? oh no, i knew better and i'm paying for it now aren't i. well they'll learn their lessons before too long now i expect and when they do it'll be me there to pick up the pieces again, same as always with narry a word of thanks and no chance to gloat over being right all along. honestly who'd be a mother these days in a world that scorns respect and goodness to the point that it's considered abnormal to try and do the right thing, like there has to be an angle behind it. i blame the politicians myself. how are we supposed to live just, christian lives with them as examples, i ask you? all pious and baby kissing for the cameras but once their out of the office it's straight off to find a CRACK WHORE for the weekend. no doubt their wives are in much the same boat as me really, left holding the baby and trying to hold everything together. it just isn't fair that they think they can swan around behind our backs (and sometimes right under our noses), consequence free doing whatever they like but when they get caught out like they always do then you've got to stand there, hand in hand, the strong supportive wife furiously denying it all when you know it's all true and more so whilst the cameras flash and clamour for your response with the kids either trying to escape or hating him almost as much as you do. it sickens me sometimes, it really does.
NB8: jesus man, and the other two think i've got anger management issues... now we've got a bird in here n'all who can't work out if she's a single (possibly teenage) mum or married to a cheating politician!
right, seriously now. i'm calling a stop to this. all these different personalities're making me look like some kind of crazy person.
oh, wait a minute... awww crap... right then, who wants to get me committed to Cefn Coed and get the £40 then?
*fumes*
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I didn't know about that, is that like a finder's fee or something? Hey, I'll do it! And you could probably do with the break too; just think of it, a good long holiday from work, three square meals a day, all the drugs you can handle and a nice soft room to fall asleep in at night.
hell yeah!
only problem with that is you can't leave until they say so. and you can only do the drugs they want you to do.
it's almost like being held against your will...
You love it!
only when it's you doing the holding...
dude seriously, CRACK WHORES are the way forward.
if you're gonna sully yourself to the degree of getting yer jollies off'f a drugged up slut then there's no point being half-arsed about it... dive in up to the hilt my brother!
Hey, where are you? It's up to you to provide the nonsense now Stu's stopped his blog. Go and read the last few posts, it's quite interesting, especially when his estranged father turns up anonymously and pisses everyone off causing Stu to get so fed up that he cancels the blog.
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