I don't just let any man into my life. Michael is not a strong character, and so he can never be the man for me... he's such a glutton.It is not diplomatic, but I don't respect fat people. They let themselves go. Medical problems?... Most of the time, it's just overindulgence. Nice guys finish last because they are too polite to make the first move. And when they do, it's just weird. There is no "May I Please.." when you are trying to get what you want - fucking go and DEMAND for it. Fucking pansies.
Met an Englishman named Matt just now. Had a pint of Kilkenny with him and talked about life for a bit. He was quite short, but fit nonetheless. We might be going out together tomorrow... and I'd show him around. Thinking of fucking him too. Yeah, I am quite the sex maniac.I am just so eager to get a new tattoo on me. Think it's going to be something card-inspired and also to do with lucky charms. I am doing my research as we speak. I think it is going to be on my hips area. I think.
My cousin just gave birth to a baby girl. Visited her in the hospital in the morning. Bought two used books - The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins and also Slumdog Millionaire by Vikas Swarup for only $15! What a bargain. Hung out with my cousin Ayu and Markus. Had a pint of Kilkenny. Smoked tons of cigarettes and ate nuts. Went to Primitive Tattoo shop and Markus got a new one, an ambigram. $400 - finished in about an hour. It looks really good!Next week, I have to touch up my tattoo and show Nick the new design that I want.
It is like a blur. I didn't work at all... came to work for training, only to find out that it was cancelled. Had a pint of Guinness and a glass of red wine. Indulged in a greasy meal of Long John Silver's. Ended up flirting with Klem and made a deal that he would get a tattoo design of his choice on my right butt cheek. Oh dear!Spent the whole day lazing around doing nothing much. Working tomorrow morning at 10am. Read through most of Slumdog Millionaire already. My two books, overdued, and still not returned yet.
Went for job training till 6pm. Headed down towards Crazy Elephant and drank a whole bottle of chardonnay by myself. Drank more malibu. Called Mike to tell him off again for being so fucking childish and embarrassing. Thought it was a great thing that he finally realised how incompatible we were.I really don't think anyone could be with him unless a) she's a gold digger, b) she doesn't care about his ugliness and extreme niceness c) he's desperate.So now he doesn't obsess about me anymore. Good thing, good thing! Went back to KT's place, had a drunken sleep.