For Good

"And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed...

For Good

:) "

Thanks for the memories, I've learnt alot
And I think you have too, even if you haven't realised it yet

BEAUTIFUL Song in the title:
For Good by Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kecram4pUe4)

Nothing’s Sweet About Me

I’m aggressive

I’m a bullshitter

I’m confrontational

I’m deceptive

I’m enigmatic

I’m fickle

I’m “the gay guy”

I’m hostile

I’m irresolute

I’m jittery

I’m king-sized

I’m lazy

I’m nasty

I’m outrageous

I’m pessimistic

I’m quarrelsome

I’m ruthless

I’m sneaky

I’m troubled

I’m uptight

I’m volatile

I’m wicked

I’m xtreme

I’m yearning

I’m zero

Did I forget M? Oh yeah…

I’m me

Song in the title:
Sweet About Me by Gabriella Cilmi
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJuqRmE_YHk)

You Make Me Smile

Your life isn't perfect,
You don't pretend it is.
You take out time to reflect,
So time does not become a quiz.
And yet you're always smiling,
Even when you're strapped for cash.
You're mum can't pay the rent
Thus you live on bangers and mash.

You're working for that loser,
Who's an absent minded prick.
I've heard he is a boozer
And all he speaks of is his dick.
But you've got a bright future.
A magic zest for life.
You won't end up like Mrs. Whimpy;
The wannabe Footballer's Wife.

Song in the title:
Bubbly by Colbie Caillat
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTRd6GjKFG4)

I Think You're Really Mean

Have you ever felt used? By a friend, that is. Well, I use the word "friend" with extreme caution. My dictionary defines "friend" as "a person you know well and regard with affection and trust".

But where you are concerned, dear, that ain't even close.

Through thinking over the past few days, maybe weeks or months, I've come to realise that lots of people are like this. I'm that seat on the bus - sure it's comfy, but it's next to the window that lets a draft in and it has a rotten banana skin underneath it. You wait till somebody gets off at their stop so that you can move onto the comfier seat. It's not next to the window, is clean and is surrounded by plenty of other nice seats.

You're here now, but I know you're just waiting to change seats....

And where is the affection and trust between a mouldy seat and an anxious passenger?

Song in the title:
Not Fair by Lily Allen
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKzBsVBDuQA)

Got an Opinion, Yeah, You're Well Up for Slating

Some people don't like me.
Some people detest me.
Some people can't stand me.

But I. DON'T. CARE.

I genuinely couldn't give a shit. You can say what you want about me and I won't notice, because the chances are that I've heard it before - the likelihood is that I'll hear it a million times again.

If you don't want to read my blog, then trust me mate, I will NOT be losing sleep over the fact. I'm not out for your approval, or your support or even your companionship. You can disagree with my points, that's fine, but please have the decency and self-respect as not to resort to childish insults and petty name-calling. It really makes you look a fool.

There's also the issue of anonymous comments. If you REALLY believe in something so much, then why won't you put your name behind it? No. Because you have to hide behind the facade that is the computer screen - not having the guts to say this to my face or even identifying yourself over the Internet.

You can call me a keyboard warrior for expressing my feelings about issues, but who is more of one? Myself, for writing this blog? Or you - for spending ages slagging someone off over the Internet. I know I know the answer.

TTYN ;)

Song in the title:
Everyone's At It by Lily Allen
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RuQy8sKKak)

You Either Stand or You Fall

I don't believe this.
"Why can't Posh Spice just dress like an ordinary mum?...Last weekend, she went on a family day out with her sons. The boys wore shorts and trainers, but Victoria tottered around the LA theme park - yes, a theme park, not the Oscars - in vertiginous five-inch designer heels."

So Kate Winslet is scorned for popping to the shop, to pick up her lottery ticket, pint of milk and packet of Space Invaders (no doubt), just a few days ago in the Daily Misogynist Mail. However, poor Posh is also treated viciously for being overdressed for a trip to Alton Towers-LA Style. (See previous Confession for futher digust)

I also see that the publication, infamous for its conservative anti-gay stance, is releasing a Pet Shop Boys Greatest Hits CD free with Sunday issues this week. What?

Words can't describe...

Song in the title:
Say It Right by Nelly Furtado
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-ADQg8Qcis)

Make Sure You Catch Me From My Good Side

"With her hair pulled back into a scruffy ponytail and her face bare of make-up, Kate Winslet cuts a rather less glamorous image than usual.
The actress, who dazzled when she picked up her Oscar...dressed in a hoodie and coat with jeans and unkempt trainers, the 33-year-old looked in desperate need of a stylist..."

Oh purrleeeeasssseeeeeeeee. So a 30-something mother pops to the shop and, just because she isn't dolled up in the same slap as she was on the most important night of her career, is villified by the gutter tabloid press.

The Daily Mail makes me sick. That is all.

Song in the title:
Kill the Lights by Britney Spears
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeewJPUcztg)

The Business of Misery

You’ve got a face like a slapped arse.
Like a grampa’s photo on a bus pass.
You tell me you don’t have any issues,
So why are you crying into tissues?
So don’t do fake smiling and gurning,
Cos with fakery, what are you earning?
You look like you’ve seen the deceased
So please, open up to me at least?

Song in the title:
Misery Business by Paramore
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTov7USKox8)