there once was a story of woe

but then everything was ok and there was this story instead.

they all looked at her as if she had just peed on the floor,
"i cant listen to anymore of this".
they all looked shocked as she ran out of the un-named up market food store.he followed her like a lost puppy attempting to convince her that she didn't need anyone else but him.

why can't everyone just leave me alone and stop making me think.

its had been one year and seven months since they had last spoken, things were left so badly that it was unlikely they would ever have much to say to each other again, except. now she knew she had to. she had to do something. she's my best friend.

nothing brings a pair of blondes together better than five bottles of wine and sick on the side of the chicken shop. that was it screw the boys its you and me again and we can do anything we want. thats how it happened for us anyway, after too long being at odds with each other we were friends again. at the time it seemed like we couldn't find a way to be friends again, we were so fragmented. she didn't used to be blonde, and i'm sure she didn't have those out when i last saw her. getting drunk was the only real option. so they did, they really really did. it was only when he came downstairs after watching the football (in the ugly croydon pub where this reunion took place) that they realised how drunk they were. not only that but he was making us leave each other and go home. man, he really was a bastard.

so that was it. after he and i broke up a week later (coincidence..no he was just a jealous butt head) i lost my head a bit after that and due to the vicious nature of the events that year it wasn't until my return from uni that i really got to see you again. the same problem again, we couldn't bond too much going on in our own lives that we just couldn't dig through the shit enought to enjoy ourselves. so. cut to christmas that same year. i, was as ever bored at my holiday job and scrolling through the list of people that work for this particular company i came across you.
dont think about it just send it...it is you. you've emailed me back. we're going to meet at waterloo to drink again.....

to be continued because i cant be arsed to type anymore.

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peace out

this one goes out to them that make up so loudly while i'm in the room below. good on you guys.

god bless america

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its been a while hasn't it!! i've been busy with other stuff and i didn't feel like i needed you anymore my poor little bloggerson. but i'm back so lets continue with the rant.

due to my 'high' blood pressue i am going to keep the raging to a minimum. we dont want me keeling over now do we.

anyway, this morning LOML got the boys ready for a walk up to the shops, they kissed mummy goodbye and got into their buggy with enthusiasm, which is always a sight to behold. no banana shaping today. i took my pajamad ass upstairs to get dressed and just as i was surveying my wardrobe (looking at all of the clothes which i never wear but feel such a connection to i can never rid myself of them) they door knockers starts hammering. so i potter downstairs (still not dressed) and there standing before me is LOML with a tyre in his hand. YES would you believe it the same nlooby wheel that has been giving up so much grief for i dont know how long has busted AGAIN!!! so i put my thinking head on. come on naomi you can fix this, you can fix anything you just need to think really hard about how to do it. so LOML removed the tyre and i found the offending bustiment. the inner tube has burst again. using my handy little tool kit the bike man gave me i attempt to fix it. does it work? does it fuck. so i am going again to buy another inner tube for that stupid old bugger gah. the thing is even though i berate it for its useless ways i do feel a little like that poor old tyre. all the rest are going strong haven't had a problem in years, they just keep on wheeling but the other one (righty i will call it) just can't do it. he's sick of conforming and just must keep mixing it up. so i dedicate this post to righty. he's not wrong you know.

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