Stuff!

It's been just over a month now since returning from Cuba and my tan shows no sign of fading! I miss the Country and the lessons it's taught me - mostly never waste an ounce of your potential with the opportunities and freedoms I have, and also to be extremely *EXTREMELY* grateful for everything I've got.
I did enjoy the trip more when I came home, and had time and peace to reflect on things because there wasn't so many new things to experience once I was back in the normal routines.It's made me realise just how far I've came on my own, how many times I've fallen and how many times I've brushed off my bleeding knees and kept going and figuring things out on my own. Everything I've built - my Flat, my Job & The Wrestling Gear/Fashion design - I owe no-one for.

The best bit though, was reading my Sister's two-week-old copy of Kerrang! #1525 on the Plane home and my eyes suddenly snagging on the feature of the Sonisphere Festival:

I recognise that Singlet ;)

 

Digging out my [ Smarties Cookie Recipe ], I did three batches - each with a different sweetie - and Cookie-bombed a few mates who were in need of cheering up! My favourite was the Snickers Cookies :D

Smarties Cookies:

Mini-Snickers Cookies (With two handfuls of chopped nuts & 50g Melted Dairy Milk Chocolate):

Rolo Cookies (With 50g Melted Dairy Milk Chocolate) :

Have splashed out on a proper Sewing machine to finally make the step of proper Fashion Design, as well as Printing/Tie Dyeing Blanks. as well as helping out with the Wrestling Gear >^.^< Poor Sue will have her work cut out for her teaching me! We've already bought fabric for my first project - a reversable bag in cupcake print & Halloween Trick or Treat print - but haven't had the time to begin it yet with work and our immense Gear load at the moment :(

Kimmies got a Boyfriend! ♥

This is Matt. We've been seeing each other for two months now ^.^
Massive Wrestling fan, Art Lover, Guitar player, Bacon Enthusiast, Master of Cuddles & a Sweet Heart.

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Don't say it with Flowers

Sleaze. Creep. Control Freak. Possessive. Alcoholic. Self-Deprecating. Obese. Smarmy. Clingy. Money-obsessed. Boring. Ignorant. Desperate. STOP-FUCKING-TOUCHING-ME! Looking to get his Cheb wet. Bad personal hygiene. Greasy. Megalomaniac. Drug Abuser. Convict. No Ambition. Only-messages-when-he’s-drunk. GET-THE-FUCK-AWAY-FROM-ME!
Dating still sucks.
And I am surrounded by Morons.
I continue to buy the more expensive Flowers I like!

Promises

*°･o｡★ A.b.s.t.i.n.e.n.c.e P.l.e.d.g.e ☆｡o･ﾟ*

In line with my recent Sobriety promise to myself, I’ve also pledged that “True Love Will Wait”.
It’s amazing how much time, energy and concentration is dedicated to both Alcohol & Sex – time that could have been spent, ya’know…enriching your life instead of chasing junk food for the brain and the naughty bits.
Obtaining them. Doing them. Enjoying them. Sometimes over-indulging in them & then dealing with the physical or the emotional hangover. Regretting them. Then back to the start of the cycle. Round and Around.
I’m getting off this Ride.

Dating is a bloody Nightmare on it’s own without Alcohol involved.
99.9% of the Men I interact with on a Daily basis are “Chancers”, and are probably responsible for the aggressive Androphobia I’ve just gotten over.
In a nutshell, they’re bored, they think that they’re the absolute best you can ever get and they want to get their sticky fingers all over your Boobies and Frou Frou RIGHT NOW!!
I’ve learned quickly to stop feeling sorry for them over their affection-starved tales of woe and politely making my escape to become Madam Iron Knickers with:

“Go away, before I find someone to bray ya”
&
“Piss Off, before I get angry”.

I know they’re not all like that, I’m just unfortunate enough to live somewhere populated by a high concentration of them.

“Bonny lass yeh, Ah’d ride ya ahl ahwa! Fancy a Fuck, like?”. Charming. Can you see why I’m jaded?

The Frou Frou doesn’t want to be ridden all over at all.
It wants Flowers and genuine affection and three months of regular time spent together before deciding whether the Samurai can clip the knot – and in the time between then and now, there will be no one-night Scooby Snacks & no Hot-Bubble-Bath-Candles-Lit-Bar-of-Chocolate-Raunchy-Film Early Nights! Tickles & Pornograhy are also banned, obviously.

I’m going to save myself for the right one, direct all of my energies into my Projects and not to give in to Temptation.

Wish me Luck!