Please excuse my language, but my ex is a fucking assbag cuntface twathead fuckface shitstirring homewrecking lying piece of shit that I wouldn't pull from a burning building if I was the only one who could save him. FUCK HIM! He's engaged. Yeah that's right. Three months after we broke up, he is engaged. And he has been for a while and he felt the need to call and tell me this on friday night. So I got ratfucked for three days. fuck him. I can't even believe him and according to him he is SO happy. I want to inflict pain on him like he has never known before. I want to hurt him. My first instinct was to hurt him by letting the tax office know how much money he has defrauded the tax office. But then, that would be bad for karma, so all I am left to do is seethe over the fact that the man that was meant to be my husband, is in fact, not. On the plus side, this means I am definitely NOT going back to Cape Town in January for a visit and have never been more happy to be away from there. Anyway. So this is my current fucking awfulness of my life. I hate him so much. Roy Sinclair, burn in hell you awful AWFUL person. Karma is coming for you buddy.
Anyway, in other news (dyou ever feel better just by ranting about things) my restriction was derailed by this news since I spent the whole weekend binge drinking, which is a very high caloric intake. Anyway, but today I'm back on track. I'm also going to take a break from the smoking, because it makes me want to eat. And I may be a sad old cat lady whose only love is Jack Daniels, but I am going to make sure that at least I'm a skinny sad alcoholic. Whatever. Today i have had a sugar free redbull and a few slices of shaved chicken, so about... 40 cals today so far. I am going to have soup for dinner, because its getting colder. I kinda like the cold actually, i know south Africans are supposed to love the summer and heat, and i do, but the cold is nice too. :) Snuggling up in bed all warm and cosy. It is nice.
To all my new followers, welcome and thanks for all the kind words. You know. It is so funny having a blog which a few people read. You know. I feel like sometimes the people that read this dribble treat me like I'm not accessible. I really am though. I don't consider myself to be popular just because my life makes me easy reading you know. So if there is ANYTHING I can help with. Drop me an email. Or ask for my number/bbm. I'm happy to help in whatever way that I can, because unlike my skeezbag doucheface ex, I try to not be a cunthammer. Also, if you are in London, or stopping over here whenever, let me know. I'm always keen for coffee and a chat. Boom. Logistics of having a blog *hair flick* What can I say. Strike a pose. *superstar* :p LOL, kidddddddding guys.
Love & Peace