Fashionably Late

I forever seem to be fashionably late. My flight leaves at 16:10, but I am still on the way to the airport at 3pm. ETA? Sometime around 15:40.... Oh well, I'm going by business class and I have no check-in luggage; do not really care.

I'm tired as fuck....

Off to San Fransisco for a 2 day meeting. Only TWO DAYS and I am back. Like I said, tired as fuck. I hope they have loads of booze on the flight; I know United... they tend to be tight.

From Speed Dating To Building Shelves

I just realised that my life is extremely unstable, and very dynamic. Not long ago I was extremely single and looking to go on something as out of character as Speed Dating, and next thing I know I have handed the spare keys to a man who spends nearly half of the week at my place.

WTF?

One of the things about working long hours and being a workaholic (along with having other "-holic" traits) is that even if you are working in the same office as the man you are dating/seeing you just never have the time to see them. Even if you are working on the SAME FLOOR... well, you just don't see them. Today was the first time this month that I saw "R" at the office.

And yes, he does work on the same floor as me.


Anyway, I was wondering how things progress in life considering that R and I have become close over the past few weeks. Failed speed date => date that went well => Dating (in general) => spending nearly 3 or 4 days a week together =>...

Spare Keys.

That's the thing isn't it? When you give the spare keys to your home to someone, it seems to show that you are involved with them on a more permanent basis. I used to get Nick's spare keys at times and wonder "hang on, I know him only Xmonths, but he trusts me with his keys...."

I wonder how Nick is these days....

Psycho Bitch: The Sting

Ok, back from my bout of depression and self pity; sorry bout that.

So let's get back to Satomi Tiger. Satomi Tiger was the reason why I ended up crying and cutting my hair. She was the one who set me off on a "oh I need to start dating again" mode, and she was the reason why I ended up signing myself up for something as sad and rediculous as Speed Dating.

Yes, that's her. That's the one.

Anyway, after A did his naughty deeds (i.e. fucked her sensless -- I hope he did her up the rear entrance!) and dumped Satomi T. he started to get strange emails and phonecalls (you know the crazy calls you get from "breathers" or "hang-up-as-soon-as-they-pick-up'ers" at 2am?) The calls and emails have now escalated and expanded to it's new target: DWFs!!(yes, that is us...)

We recieved as strange email from an unknown Pop-mail account from a mysterious, "A" asking us if we are seeing him?!? Now A is my friend, but I would not *want* to jump into bed with him -- if I did, I think I would have done it a long time ago. Right? But it's got to a point where we know that the only suspect for these mysterious calls/emails can only be one person: Satomi Tiger. There is only one person who is a suspect in this case -- we don't know too many people who know all three of us, DWFs, and yet is insecure about the "status" of our friendship.

So I decided to play "cat and mouse" with the naughty little "purty tat"... It's all quite simple, actually: I also created a phantom Pop-mail account, and sent her emails pretending to be my friend, Y. And I know that you may think that this is just simply not going to work: for the record, the Psycho Bitch has responded and is now asking me loads of questions about my "relationship" with A. How daft can this woman be??? And to top it all, when I mentioned that A has a girlfriend of nearly 2 years (also a fabrication), the response was that they were going to switch to a new account so that we can continue our "chats".

And she has not written back since.

I'm sorry, but if you are going to turn into a jealous, insecure person, at least do it in style, like I do! I would go for the full hog, do an attempted suicide, take loads of booze and drugs -- even send some in the post to them -- and I will definately NOT hang up the phone when my ex's friends pick it up at 3am. I would talk about the medication that keeps me sane (ok, there is some truth in this one) and that if I didn't take them, there are voices telling me that I saw a baby being born out of a beer bottle, and that my Higher Power has told me to "waste my time making your life miserable..."

The woman is a whimp; but I am in someways glad that she came to her semi-senses.

(I never knew how many people needed medication on a daily basis to function normally. Satomi Tiger and her actions make me feel NORMAL!!!")

Intermission... (Real Post In A Mo' But Bear W/Me For A Mo)

Why is it that I go about sabbotaging happiness when I have a good hold of it? Do you fuck up as much as I do on "purpose", i.e. knowingly engage in distructive behaviour? Yesterday I got drunk/high while on the job, hid the fact from my B/F who works on the same floor, went to an AA meeting fucked up as hell, and came back only to drink another bottle of wine till 4am in the morning. And now I am jacking off from the office coz I am tired and hung over... but with a glass of Chablis in one hand.

WTF?

Who made this Drunken Wench? Change her! She needs a good telling off to sort her LIFE out, coz she is doing everything she possibly can to distroy her new found "good life". She has someone in her life who appreciates and loves her, she has a good job, she has friends who care, she has everything that anyone can ask for, but yet she is still doing the same shite!!!!!!!

Stop this bitch, someone!! Anyone!!!

Umm... yes. I am a distructive force onto myself. I should be happily in love, happily in sobriety, happily engaged in my work, happily hanging out with my friends, happily all over the place...

But I am not.

Y? Who knows...

Maybe I am not used to being happy.

(What makes you happy?)

Psycho Bitch: Satomi Tiger

I often find that when things are going relatively well in my life I have a slight writer's block and there is gap in postings on this blog. I must admit that things are relatively smooth in the land of my inner voice, but I do, however, have something to write about: it's to do with one of my friends, A.

I have known A since August 2003 when I first met him in the lift going to the gym of where I used to live. I saw him a few times before I realised that he lived on the floor above me, and that his place was a complete mirror image to mine. Strange, but true. Over the course of the two years that I have known him, we have gone thru many email exchanges, and a few drunken nights bitching about our love lives (or the lack thereof); we are perpetual singletons, and we have always taken scores on who (what?) we date.

Now that I have finished with the brief intro, let's go back to the topic of this post: Psycho Bitch. How many times have you made the mistake of meeting someone at a bar, given them your business card/phone #, only to regret it 1000 times, and over? For me this number is less than the number of digets on my hands, but for A, I would say maybe... hmmm... multiply it by 36: i.e. loads of times.

"A" met Psycho Bitch (let's call her Satomi Tiger) around May/June this year; it was a normal encounter between a man and a woman in a bar on a friday night. Life would have been fine had A *not* given his business card to a mentally unstable woman in her early 30s desparate to find both a husband and a spare "wallet" to pay for her medication, which I imagine she would have to rely upon for the rest of her life.

Ok, I exaggerate, but you get my point, right?

"A" gave his card, got laid, and now he has issues trying to get rid of Satomi Tiger; I wish that I could say that Satomi could withdraw gracefully from A, and now from my life...

But things are just not that simple is it...

Why the fuck is Satomi Tiger involved in my life? Good point. Why is she???

(... to be continued when I am 1) sober, 2) not tired... it's very late/early right now.)