Filthy Beast

July 7, 2008 by d-money

I was on the bus and a man took off his socks and shoes, whipped out a pair of nail clippers and started lobbing toenails all over the bus.

As always in these situations not one person said a word or even questioned this (quite clearly insane) man.

The filthy beast.

In other news, this.

I'd tap that

David Dickinson is a hot orange mess ;) ;)

What’s love got to do, got to do with it, babe?

June 29, 2008 by d-money

I like hearing the “how we met” stories. In most cases they intrigue me more than the couples themselves. Whether it was a chance encounter or a blind date or whatever, I always find it fascinating the way that two people can meet and fall in love. Maybe that’s because I meet new people everyday but there is no immediate infatuation, I don’t understand how it all works and I’m being honest. I don’t think anyone has all the answers…

There is a girl that works in the Topshop/Topman I go to and she is beautiful. Really beautiful. It must be Topshop policy to have at least one gorgeous girl behind the counter at any given shift. Obviously, I am not the only regular to have a small crush on this girl. Because all though she is so beautiful, she seems accessible. Down to earth and friendly and within reach. The way she says everything to you seems extra friendly than how she would to anyone else, or at least that’s what you hope. I think everyone has a Topman guy, or a Starbucks girl, or a First Scotrail ticket conducter that gives you a wee smile everytime he sees you, you know what I mean?

I went to a party with my good friend and it was getting very late so I say, “It’s time we got going.” And she says, “But I like it here.” I wanted to say “Here? Where is here?” but I didn’t. Here at the party? This town? Here with me? More than anything I want for myself, I want her to be happy. I want her to fall in love. Not with me, we are friends only, we consider each other our support system sometimes - although the difference between me and her is that I say that she’s my support system, when really I don’t rely on anyone for emotional support, I have my own deep-rooted support system, deep within myself (maybe because I’m so arrogant and judgmental. The only person’s opinion I need to validate my actions is myself. I hate self-analysis, it’s so depressing). I could never fall in love with her, but I feel like I fell in hope with her. I just want everything to be fair and in a fair world she would be happy and laughing and in love. Everything she says has a sad undertone. I want her to find her place, more than I want to for myself.

That being said.. I’m not sure if love automatically equals happiness. Happiness has an expiration date. No one is ever always happy or sad. Everyone is in a neutral state. Sometimes we feel happy or sad, but we always revert back to the neutral. Cliches, we love to believe in them.

I don’t believe we fall in love and then that’s it. I think that couples break up because they depend on love to keep them together, they don’t put effort in and when things start to go wrong, they give up. What they don’t realise is that for a relationship to work, you have to keep falling in love with each other over and over again. It’s the effort you put in to develop the relationship, to fulfill everything you and your significant other needs. It’s hard work. And I’m lazy as fuck.

I’ve talked about ”love’, but ‘romance’ can fuck off. Romance is ‘movie love.’ You’re bound to be disappointed. You read about romance in books, listen to it in songs, watch it unfold in a film. And then they end. But that’s not how life works, it keeps going. In real life, the romance quickly ends and the bickering quickly starts. Romance, and maybe love in general, they’re all so utopian and idealistic. Life isn’t a song by Harry Connick Jr. Life isn’t ‘When Harry Met Sally.” Yes, there’s a happy ending. But what they didn’t show is the bickering after it, or when he goes and fucks somebody else. They don’t show that, why would they? Because that’s what really happens. It takes two to tango, but only one to fuck everything up.

I watched Mr & Mrs Smith, which stars Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. At one point, Ms Jolie’s character says ‘happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.’ Spot on.

Currently listening to: ‘Love is a losing game’ by Amy Winehouse.