My Pixelated Relatives!

Before I start whining, I think not a lot of you (if not all of you) know that Honey Lips is back in London.  I'm still back home, enjoying the delicious cooking of my mother, whose aim is to make me lose weight and not the reverse.  Maybe that's why she's starving me, like I'm having tea and/or coffee, and baguette for lunch! Terrible! Well not that much.  I enjoy eating bread and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know how to spread butter, right? There you go...

Anyway, between looking for jobs - I might as well make some money while I'm here -, and being home alone, I'm savoring every second of this temporary respite.  And not to sound too catty, I hate being disturbed.  Especially on days I'm feeling good (remember I said I was craving for some single days?) and feel like talking en-tete-a-tete with myself.  Like this morning, I woke up, very chirpy.

I'm by my desk-table, just finished pulling on a cigarette (hard to kick off that smoking habit, yo!), when I heard the side gate protesting noisily.

Oh Lord! Who is it now? Not my cousin? I can't take her righteous self right now! 

Don't get me wrong. I like her.  She's okay.  But, man, give me a break! Yesterday, we spend a couple of hours together.  I got nothing more to tell her.  Well, not at the moment anyway.

So I waited for her knock.  I went downstairs to open the door and let her in.  Forcing a happy-to-see-you grin, I invited her to come upstairs.  After a half an hour of useless banter, I helped her out with her resume and all.  Minutes later, she said she had to go (Oh yes!) but she was not budging! She then recommended me a movie (comedy) and I okayed.  She's still not budging FFS! I had to look up the movie on YouTube (stingy arses that we are!) and she watched the first 10 minutes of the movie with me!

"This movie is so funny, and the guy is so sexy.  I love him.  The end is so hilarious.  I was laughing so hard my belly ached!", she interrupted my murderous thoughts.

"Look, what's he going to do! He's so cute!", she continued.

"Oh no, don't tell me...I want to watch it!", I faked a protest.  But no, really, if you'd already watched the movie, spare me the on-the-side comments and let me enjoy the movie.  Please!

"Oh I wasn't going to tell you what'd happen next.  I'm not like that", she bit back.  Grrr...


A couple of deep chuckles here and there, her phone rang.  It was her mother.

"Okay, I gotta go." Well, I'd hope so!

Eventually, she did leave! Like, five minutes after.

Well, hey, Internet is my sister, my brother, my cousin, my uncle, my aunty....and now my husband too! Don't blame me....seesh...

A Desultory Hi!

Oh Lord, ain't you guys wanna tie me up and throw me in the middle of the Pacific Ocean? You know, the sporadic appearances of myself? Tiresome, ain't it? It's okay.  You can dexterize me...

Anyway, I've been spending some quality time with Lover Boo (remember her? updates on her will follow at a later date!) and she once made me listen to a current favorite song of hers and initially, it wasn't that pleasing to my ears but then I catch myself humming that tune from the time I wake up till I go to La-La Land at night.

So yes, for lack of not blogging on a regular basis, I want you guys to have a listen too! Just to remember me by...please...




So how was it?

All's Not Well Because It Won't End Well!

Today started out great.

Woke up, found Honey Lips at his usual spot - in front of his desktop, Facebooking -, greeted him with a "Good morning!".  Usually, he comes to wake me up but I got up early today. 

Had breakfast.  Toasts and tea.  Cleaned whatever needed to be clean.  Then we sat down in front of the TV. 

"What are you cooking for lunch today?", he asked me.

"What are YOU cooking for me today? It's Mother's Day.  I'm supposed to be doing nothing at all today.  You're supposed to treat me like a princess today", I demanded. 

Well I'm not a mother.  Miscarried twice.  But still, he wished me Happy Mother's Day! He might as well treat me like a queen today! Right?

Silence. 

We turned our attention back to the TV.  Minutes later,

"You put the chicken out to defrost.  What are you making for lunch?", he broke the silence. 

"I'm not cooking", I mutinously repeated. 

And then the fight started.  (I don't exactly remember how (or why) it all began but it sure as hell did.)

FYI
In my relationship there are two types of fights.  The one where we throw stuff (not at each other) to show how angry we are and the one where we add insult to injury.  There used to be three types of fights - throwing stuff, trading insults and the silent treatment.  After we moved in together, it was mostly the fuck-you-type of arguments, with the occasional breaking of inanimate objects thrown in for good measure.  Fuck schmuck! The latter proved to be an expensive 'hobby'! So it was back to exploring the English Language.  Until today. 

The cold shoulder bitch is back.  Honey Lips finally made his way to the kitchen, cooked us a meal, served himself (when we fight I don't feed him so that's his revenge),  and totally ignoring me.  He went back to his desktop and started playing love songs.  The lamenting-type of love songs! (Thank you YouTube!)

So I grabbed my laptop too and opened up Facebook.  My newsfeed shows that he dedicated a song to me - Lost in your eyes by Debbie Gibson.  In return, I sent him the song Perfect by Hedley.  The message is in the chorus. 

And guess what?  We're still not talking to each other!

Crap!