The midweek rant

Okay so first of all, a status update:

1. The Thoroughly Lovely Man from Saturday is actually a slacktacular not-bothering-to-call-to-cancel jerk who I shan't be seeing again after last night's fiasco (basically didn't bother to let me know until 10pm - by which time I'd guessed - that he wasn't coming. Then had the cheek to ask me if we could do something at the weekend, which I've just flat turned down.).

2. The Iranian Much-Too-Young-For-Me-Boy has, I suspect, found someone younger and local. This suits me quite well actually because

3. I rather like Napoleon Dynamite. He's very sweet and we're going to the cinema after work tonight and I'm quite excited to see him.

In other news, I just caught a glimpse of the Cocteau Twins on HypeMusic and you know...it occurs to me that I just didn't register when we were together what an egotistical, boring twat the Heart-Trampler was. I was so in awe that I really didn't notice the fact that we never actually talked about me, just about How Hardcore Andrew's Life Had Been and How He'd Coped Admirably With All His Challenges and How He'd Got Into Music And Knew More Than Everyone Else and just...oh FUCK OFF MATE. Honestly I kind of want to bludgeon him with his stupid record decks. I am SO BORED of these stupid boys with fucking issues, the big fat issues, just MY GOD GET THEM SORTED OUT. I am not interested. I want someone who does not need fixing. Just once. Just this once I want someone for me. And, rather aside from the point....I think it's fair to say I'm over Heart-Trampling, Heartbreaking, Self-Obsessed, Actually Quite Boring, Andrew. And his STUPID FEET.

Okay thanks. I just needed to get that out. Liz Fraser inspired RAGE in me this morning...haha. (Cocteau Twins...oh my god, if i heard ONCE how he heard them on John Peel on his radio in the wild northern wastes of Shetland and it changed his life, I heard it a THOUSAND FUCKING TIMES well hello matey there were thousands of us who had that happen and some of us actually let it change our lives rather than sit there and fucking whinge on about it. Jesus wept.)