Dancing with the "Stars"
Mood: Peevish
Listening to: Dan-cing!
I'm sorry, but I can only see 7 stars in this show. The six stars that Brodie Holland gets for his six pack. And one for Paul Macurio - and that is only because he was sooooo incredibly hot in Strictly Ballroom. (I can admit it - I saw it several times, and if I had a VCR / DVD I'd be watching it daily before bed...) But now he is old, and slightly crusty, so he loses points for that.
Anyway.
Just saw Blokes ex and her friend down the street - they were giving me daggers. Ah, the wonderful fallout from my visitors stay in Sassville.
"So how is Bloke?" Says the ex, with a paring knife.
"Really well, I spoke to him yesterday actually. He seems really happy with the camp and the work. He's just come off night shift."
"Oh, so you hear from him then." Friend pipes in with steak knife.
"Yeah." *Looking puzzled* "Hasn't he called you guys?"
"No." "No." Ex and Friend whip out machetes.
"I sent him a couple of messages but I didn't get an answer" Hack Hack Hack
"Oh, well that'll just be because he doesn't have any service where he lives! He has to climb up to the top of a hill to call me and the reception is really bad so he drops out all the time and has to call back..." *Fades out on noticing sudden drop in temperature*
"Right then. Well we had better go. Say hello to Bloke for us."
*Gives look that say's "You Bitch, I Hate You"*
(And I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself)
"Sure, he should be calling tomorrow, so I'll let him know. He said he'll be coming home for a visit soon, I think he's a bit homesick!" *Grins Wickedly*
HA. HA HA HA HA HA!.
Sorry, but why be bitchy at me? What's the point?
Obviously Bloke didn't let them know that I wasn't really his type. I wonder why he let me know, but didn't tell her, when she's the one he's holding a candle for? I mean, he loved her, but he calls me not her. What gives? Perhaps his evil plan is to make her jealous through me? Thats not really his style.
I think I may just give up. I don't understand men. I don't understand women. Life can be really rooted sometimes.
And now I feel bad, sullying my blog with these unworthy thoughts, and poorly phrased sentiments.
Fuck it.
