Marvin Gaye, a genius....
I have been in this relationship with my partner now for the past three years. We are engaged to be married next year in Barbados but that is a whole other story... Don't ever plan your own wedding, hire a damn wedding planner, it's less stress; anyway, back to the point.
My relationship. I was with my last partner for over five years and it was abusive. He hurt physically and emotionally, I can look back now and smile, but it wasn't easy. He put me into hospital more times than I can remember, every finger on both hands had been fractured at one point, as for sex; I hated him so much I learned to turn my body off, I would say no but it didn't stop him, he'd just carry on.
I never thought I would ever feel again until I met my fiance, things had been great, I was alive again, but hell that man has serious issues. I know I'm older but only by two years. Every night at least three times a night! Shit, I'm bloody tired! With Uni, evening classes at college, the kids, the student union, work and life in general how the hell can I keep up?
I love him uncontrollably, he is everything I ever dreamed and more, looks, personality, a brilliant dad and a best friend; but I am tired as hell, do I tell him I'll get kinky and invite someone in whilst I take a well earned rest? It's not really cheating if I'm there to watch! Do I tell him 'not tonight love I've got a headache'? It has gotten to be that the quality just isn't there, I just lie there and allow him to finish because I'm just too tired to join in, I turn myself off, he may as well have a blow-up doll!!
I considered all of the above but decided just to be honest. I watched a show called 'How to have sex after marriage', on channel five, I want to be able to keep the spark before the wedding. I'd hate to become numb again, not with him, he doesn't deserve it. When I spoke to him about the sex he said 'Quality, not quantity' he wasn't satisfied so needed more... I was tired and not involving myself, and he was just trying to 'get some'! So now what?
Last night was amazing, from three times to twice and he let me sleep, we talked, it was intimate, he was gentle and I no longer felt tired! Hell he woke up every damn thing!! I felt so energetic today I'ma ask doctor love for a double dose tonight!!!
The moral of my story is, don't allow things to get stale and always talk about it. He loves me enough to listen without taking offense and the same with me. Yes I'm tired sometimes, but if I make the extra effort it will satisfy my man enough to let me rest without having to call in the kinky brigade!!
Get up, get up, get up, get up, let's make love tonight; wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, cause you do it right!!
When I get that feeling I want...
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Day in my life
It was a cold and sunny day outside today luckily I was off work and had no uni today.
I have spent my day watching BET while I write this post…I have had a relaxing day flicking through channels lazing on the couch.
I have the weirdest nights such that my fiancé is amazed at my ability to go the toilet during the night with my eyes shut and not wake up. I do not turn on the lights because I’m afraid that I might wake up and miss out on a few minutes of sleep.
I am usually very tired because of the travelling I have to do. I live in South East London, have a part time job in North West of London and my uni is in South West London. I’m physically and emotionally drained. I wish if I could do the degree and not having to work would be a great thing but I am at a stage were bills need to be paid.
I have become so consumed with everything that I have forgotten how to relax and watch TV without feeling guilty. I live with my fiancé and I have make sure that he is fed, do housework and school work but I don’t do ironing that he has do himself and maybe sometimes make his own dinner. As if my plate isn’t full, I have to plan my wedding which is in December this year and lose weight to fit into my dream dress.
Anyway we were given task for Friday lesson to research on 'Death on the Rock' and I have to speak in front of classmates. There are worries on my mind about whether I can do the presentation and if my classmates will understand my accent.
I have spent my day watching BET while I write this post…I have had a relaxing day flicking through channels lazing on the couch.
I have the weirdest nights such that my fiancé is amazed at my ability to go the toilet during the night with my eyes shut and not wake up. I do not turn on the lights because I’m afraid that I might wake up and miss out on a few minutes of sleep.
I am usually very tired because of the travelling I have to do. I live in South East London, have a part time job in North West of London and my uni is in South West London. I’m physically and emotionally drained. I wish if I could do the degree and not having to work would be a great thing but I am at a stage were bills need to be paid.
I have become so consumed with everything that I have forgotten how to relax and watch TV without feeling guilty. I live with my fiancé and I have make sure that he is fed, do housework and school work but I don’t do ironing that he has do himself and maybe sometimes make his own dinner. As if my plate isn’t full, I have to plan my wedding which is in December this year and lose weight to fit into my dream dress.
Anyway we were given task for Friday lesson to research on 'Death on the Rock' and I have to speak in front of classmates. There are worries on my mind about whether I can do the presentation and if my classmates will understand my accent.
It's nothing to shout about
In my post yesterday I talked about supermarket customers being "a pain in the arse". And I feel I need to expand on that a bit. See, until you've had a taste of what it's like to have to constantly be putting food on the shelves instead of occassionally taking it off, you don't realise just how rude people are.
After a few weeks of working a supermarket you begin to realise that, as soon as someone walks through the door with a shopping list, something comes over them. You start to see entire families arguing over who will complain to someone first about the lack of chocolate digestives in aisle 8, and well-respected members of local society are overcome with what can only be described as "trolley rage", usually directed at the nearest member of staff. And those two examples are nothing compared to the earfuls you'll get if the bacon has been moved a couple of aisles from where it used to be.
A customer's eye view of the phenomenon known only as "trolley rage"
Unless you've experienced it first hand, it sounds almost unimaginable. And it's completely inexplicable. Sometime over the last 30 years or so, out of nowhere, the stereotype of the stupid, worthless, ignorant shop assistant was born. I'm not saying there aren't hundreds, probably even thousands, of bad customer assistants in shops up and down the country - quite the opposite in fact - but the general public now have such a fixed image of what a customer assistant should be like that they now don't give the decent ones amongst us the time of day. I'm hard pressed to remember a shift where I haven't dealt with at least a dozen people who seem to have forgotten how to say "please" and "thank you", or even "hello" and "goodbye".
It seems that shop assistants are seen nowadays as more of a hindrance than a help. People forget that if we didn't do our jobs there would be no food on the shelves for them to buy in the first place, and have got it in their heads that we're to blame if the delivery company hasn't sent us any chicken, or if the manager hasn't managed to get enough staff in to cover for all the people that have thrown a sicky to go and get their hair done.
So if you're reading this, next time you go to shout at a supermarket shelf-stacker for not having any one-pint bottles of full-fat milk, you should remember a few things. Firstly, they won't care if you've had a shit day at work - chances are they're not exactly having the time their life either. Also, remember that they can only put on the shelves what someone else has put in the warehouse, and that they have nothing to do with items being out of stock. And finally, please, please remember that if you are a polite to a shop assistant, nine out of ten times they will be polite to you back. Who knows, they might even find what you're looking for out the back.
After a few weeks of working a supermarket you begin to realise that, as soon as someone walks through the door with a shopping list, something comes over them. You start to see entire families arguing over who will complain to someone first about the lack of chocolate digestives in aisle 8, and well-respected members of local society are overcome with what can only be described as "trolley rage", usually directed at the nearest member of staff. And those two examples are nothing compared to the earfuls you'll get if the bacon has been moved a couple of aisles from where it used to be.
A customer's eye view of the phenomenon known only as "trolley rage"It seems that shop assistants are seen nowadays as more of a hindrance than a help. People forget that if we didn't do our jobs there would be no food on the shelves for them to buy in the first place, and have got it in their heads that we're to blame if the delivery company hasn't sent us any chicken, or if the manager hasn't managed to get enough staff in to cover for all the people that have thrown a sicky to go and get their hair done.
So if you're reading this, next time you go to shout at a supermarket shelf-stacker for not having any one-pint bottles of full-fat milk, you should remember a few things. Firstly, they won't care if you've had a shit day at work - chances are they're not exactly having the time their life either. Also, remember that they can only put on the shelves what someone else has put in the warehouse, and that they have nothing to do with items being out of stock. And finally, please, please remember that if you are a polite to a shop assistant, nine out of ten times they will be polite to you back. Who knows, they might even find what you're looking for out the back.
House hunting...
...Is an enormous pain in the proverbial arse.
ESPECIALLY when there are six people to fit into one building.
We were offered a six bedroom house in Aldershot complete with lounge, garden, dining room, master bedroom with en suite bathroom and two garages on the side of the house. It all seemed so perfect. The landlady was lovely, and the whole area was rather twee and sweet-looking. Con's:
◊ The housing area is right on the edge of an industrial estate, parallel to a dual carriageway.
◊ The majority of the locals seem to be chavvy yobs.
◊ Transport between that particular area of Aldershot and Farnham is ridiculously irregular and inconvenient.
In addition to this, the housing list comes out on the 28th of March- which in my opinion, is crap. The majority of students are still on Easter vacation time, and it means that people who would have otherwise been organised enough to sort out their houses earlier on a first-come-first-served basis (which to me is both fairer and less ridiculous than releasing all details in the same day, and fighting tooth and nail past engaged phones and stressed landlords to find somewhere to live,) don't get the chance.
PLUS three of the six of us are either abroad or filming on location for their courses on the date the list comes out. Keira's trip abroad being compulsory- and cleverly organised to cover the most hectic house-hunting time.
ARG.
Completely drained. Plodding around Aldershot in gale force winds all day getting dirty looks from locals is NOT the way to spend a day. Also, am frustrated and enraged about how badly organised this whole system seems to be.
We are adults. We are competent enough to trawl through estate agents and landlords in order to find suitable student housing. So why, WHY, are the accommodation department hoarding this information until the last minute, before throwing students a myriad of phone numbers for prospective landlords creating more stress and chaos than is necessary?
Song of the day: SoKo, I will never love you more.
ESPECIALLY when there are six people to fit into one building.
We were offered a six bedroom house in Aldershot complete with lounge, garden, dining room, master bedroom with en suite bathroom and two garages on the side of the house. It all seemed so perfect. The landlady was lovely, and the whole area was rather twee and sweet-looking. Con's:
◊ The housing area is right on the edge of an industrial estate, parallel to a dual carriageway.
◊ The majority of the locals seem to be chavvy yobs.
◊ Transport between that particular area of Aldershot and Farnham is ridiculously irregular and inconvenient.
In addition to this, the housing list comes out on the 28th of March- which in my opinion, is crap. The majority of students are still on Easter vacation time, and it means that people who would have otherwise been organised enough to sort out their houses earlier on a first-come-first-served basis (which to me is both fairer and less ridiculous than releasing all details in the same day, and fighting tooth and nail past engaged phones and stressed landlords to find somewhere to live,) don't get the chance.
PLUS three of the six of us are either abroad or filming on location for their courses on the date the list comes out. Keira's trip abroad being compulsory- and cleverly organised to cover the most hectic house-hunting time.
ARG.
Completely drained. Plodding around Aldershot in gale force winds all day getting dirty looks from locals is NOT the way to spend a day. Also, am frustrated and enraged about how badly organised this whole system seems to be.
We are adults. We are competent enough to trawl through estate agents and landlords in order to find suitable student housing. So why, WHY, are the accommodation department hoarding this information until the last minute, before throwing students a myriad of phone numbers for prospective landlords creating more stress and chaos than is necessary?
Song of the day: SoKo, I will never love you more.
The rain in spain
Ok so we're not in Spain but that was the only title that I could think of that was suitable and I hope that you'll understand why in a minute...
1.41am
The wind is quite literally trying to get into my room. No seriously it’s really scary. To try and fend the wind off I have used half a roll of sellotape to try and block up all the holes around my window frame. However, the wind hasn’t got the message and is still trying it’s best to get in through the teeny tiny holes that I’ve missed and is now making a whistling noise like a kettle. Chance of sleep = Zero.
10.00am
Oh goodie, to top off the wind apparently while I slept last night (god bless free earplugs you get on aeroplanes) it rained!! And guess what?? The rain somehow managed to find its way into my room while I was asleep so I woke up to a puddle on my desk this morning and a lot of wet post-it notes. Fantastic!!
10.05am
I have pottered down to the porters lodge to have a rant about the general state of our accommodation (in my pj’s which proves how desperate I am) only to find that the porter has also pottered off somewhere too and I just cant bring myself to push the big red emergency button on the door so I slouch off home to get dressed and prepared for battle with the powers that be (the accommodation office).
Wish me luck!!
Love
North of the Border
1.41am
The wind is quite literally trying to get into my room. No seriously it’s really scary. To try and fend the wind off I have used half a roll of sellotape to try and block up all the holes around my window frame. However, the wind hasn’t got the message and is still trying it’s best to get in through the teeny tiny holes that I’ve missed and is now making a whistling noise like a kettle. Chance of sleep = Zero.
10.00am
Oh goodie, to top off the wind apparently while I slept last night (god bless free earplugs you get on aeroplanes) it rained!! And guess what?? The rain somehow managed to find its way into my room while I was asleep so I woke up to a puddle on my desk this morning and a lot of wet post-it notes. Fantastic!!
10.05am
I have pottered down to the porters lodge to have a rant about the general state of our accommodation (in my pj’s which proves how desperate I am) only to find that the porter has also pottered off somewhere too and I just cant bring myself to push the big red emergency button on the door so I slouch off home to get dressed and prepared for battle with the powers that be (the accommodation office).
Wish me luck!!
Love
North of the Border
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