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| you know when you think you know something, but you really know fuck all?step into my office.Buena fica does not mean good morning in italian.it didnt mean good morning when a nice young man said it to me as i got on the airport bus in roma, it didnt mean good morning when i repeated it back to him with a smile (and a smug look tourists get when they think that the locals think they are local) and it certainly didnt mean good morning when i said it to bar staff and little old ladies at the bus stop.no, buena fica actually translates loosely as "nice cunt".so you kind of see where i am coming from.and heres another thing you may or may not know.just because you take someone off your friends list and block them does not mean that they cant access your page, and, more importantly, your blog.no sireee sir.a defriended and blocked user can waltz over to your page, take a piss on it dead centre (but a little to the right) all the while reading your blog aloud in the voice of vicky pollard (which is how i read it, when i can be bothered to read the shit that i dribble) while gyrating madly to duran duran wearing nothing but a christmas wreath and a trumpet.wherein lies my problem.while i do enjoy a cheerful vagina greeting at any given bus stop, i did not mean to offend or insult any little old italian ladies all shawled up waiting patiently for the bus.i just wanted to say good morning in their own language.the point of vagina saying is to obviously look like a tourist of whatever country you are in and say "vagina" in the same way you wuld say "hello".you can even mix it up a little and say "good vagina" instead of "good morning" with a big, non threatening, touristy smile on your english speaking face.the fun part is when the ever obliging locals smile back and say "waginea" back to you.puerile, juvenile, and evil(e) and lots of other iles, i know, but sometimes a girl just has to have some harmless fun at someone elses expense.then note how many replies from which countries she got on her blog page.cos she does silly things like that. |
| cos she does silly things like that.another silly thing she did was blog rather bitchily about her relationship with a man who has done nothing but love her since they met - which, in itself is not silly, cos she felt a whole lot better after her melodramatic raving, the adrenaline was pumped, endorphins released, mood lightened, sex drive in, well, overdrive (oh god, just remembered the bit about teaching him how to fuck - swallow me up now, ground!)and a mighty good time was had by those in question when the opportunity availed iteself.red bull does not give me wings.it gives me gas.blurting out self serving pathetic whinging give me little tiny ovarian wings, fluttering away.........no, the bitchy blogging was not silly (well, it was silly in a whiny, pathetic, poor me boo hoo, overly dramatic, all is lost, waa waa, everybody look at me and say tut tut, kind of losery way - but isnt that the point of the blog, that it can lend itself to any situation?)??The silly part was,?- nay, stronger words are needed - the absolute stupidest thing i have ever done (and theres a long history of stupid for comparison) was not set that blog to "private".because, dear readers (and dont try this at home) EVERYONE can read your blog.?and for my subscribers (and you know who you are, you cheeky little monkeys!)there is even a little note that pops up on your screen that tells you that new pearls of wisdom have dripped from the lips (fingertips) of pebbles almighty, just waiting for you to devour the tasty and informative morsels.so, basically (and i am feeling very basic at the mo) i have slagged off my man to 138 people this week.not my finest hour.not trailing any clouds of glory.not very proud of myself at all.not coming out from under my rock until i can hold my head up again, which, by educated guess, would be around the 12th of never.so, people and pie poles and lovers of all things Elvis, im off now to decorate my rock, because forgiven is not forgotten, especially by me.
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