Could it be magic?

Oh I'm just on a roll with these lyric titles am I not?

Ok so here's the scoop. Contrary to my own belief things didn't get ugly tonight. Actually they went better than I expected. In a way. Well enough for me to look at my last post and feel I may have been a teeny bit harsh. And I can tell you now, Bitch is my middle name so that is no mean feat. I suppose I could drivel on and on but I'll try and cut a long story short...ish.

So yes, we talked, as expected. I tried my very hardest not to be all weak and start grovelling (no grovelling was actually required anyway but there are a lot of things I do that remain a mystery) My head was actually starting to come onto par with my heart. Strangely. I don't think that happens much. Infact I don't think that has ever happened before, ever. I used to be all heart until my ex (well EX ex.. god it's sad writing that) turned me into a cold hearted bitch and after that I was all head *ahem* Anyway, back on topic, we have decided to have a break. He is off to Austria on Saturday (jammy sod) and I have my oh so beautiful friends to see. Not to mention taking my gorgeous little princess to meet (torture, actually) one of said friends' new baby boy. Not quite snowboarding and Jager fuelled banter, but fun all the same. After all of this he said he will take me out, have some "us" time and just see how it goes from there.

I DID mention Bitchy McSlagface but nothing came of that. I have bad mouthed her enough. For now. But if I see her scraggy slutty face anywhere again I will vow to hunt her down and claw out her eyes. And nobody can hide from me. I am the revenge QUEEN. Although I did notice she is looking into getting a boob job. Hmm... boob job, slutting around other people's boyfriends when she has her own (surprisingly... wonder if he knows of her "escapades"?)... does that not just scream insecure? Good luck to her I say. Karma is a beautiful beautiful thing. But at least I don't need to be a fake titted whore to get people to notice me. How sad. Oh god, I sound like a 15 year old school kid. Pfft, what do I care, I have the mentality anyway, might as well put it to good use.

I think that is pretty much all I can be arsed writing for now but you get the gist. Let's see what interesting and unusual things come my way tomorrow. I can at least guarantee unusual, I'm off for a meeting at the bloody Job Centre, full to the brim with skanky yobs. Just lovely.