not gonna happen

here we go again. had a mate visiting last weekend and things went well, as far as I can tell. 'course we had some quarrels, but hey - nothing I haven't heard before. we hung out, went around town, I showed him the "highlights" and what there is to see. he even accompanied me when I had 2 appointments to look at appartements. we went clubbing, played chess, watched movies... very relaxing stuff.

apart from the fact that he used my PC to hang around on the dating-websites of his area. and wrote e-mails to other girls. and pointed out on various occasions that I'm soooo not his type, while "oh my, look at this pretty gurly and her lovely boobs!!"
cheers mate, as if I hadn't known that before. I'm visibly retarded, of course. and blind. and deaf. duh-d'uuuhhh

I finally found a shop where I can order a system/needle for my ancient/well-loved record player. gots ter lurrrrve those high fidelity shops for folks with big pocketmoney ;o)


what's it with me that I get so fecken jealous all the time about situations and/or people? I mean... all I want is find a place where I belong. where I can be me. where I'll be accepted as I am. loved. hugged in the middle of the night when I once again can't sleep. told it's gonna be alright.

nah-uuuh. not gonna happen to this old orange. *sighs*