The Eurotrash version of Barbie and why opinions are like a33holes!
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The Eurotrash version of Barbie and
why opinions are like a33holes!
So someone called me a Eurotrash version of Barbie, so freaking what.
Not sure the title fits too well and I’m personally not into labels, but hey, I’ll wear the badge this weeks just for fun.
Actually, do you know what, I like it and talking of Barbie, I love this picture post!
Apart from being called names, I’ve had a problem with my eyesight the last couple of weeks, so I have had to limit my time in front of the computer screen hence the brevity of my email this week. My close friends tell me my eye problem has everything to do with too much ma5turbation and seχ.
It could be seχ or a range of other things. Both Jane, my girlfriend and Hugo, my boyfriend who is home on leave (I love saying that ‘HOME on leave,’ this is his home now as far as I am concerned – fingers crossed) took me to the doctor who then sent me to the hospital for a scan.
Now, if you have lived in both the UK and France, you’ll know the difference in hospital treatments is millions of miles apart. Without going into detail, I’ll just say this, in the UK the hospitals just want to send you home at the first available moment. In France, however, they won’t let you go home until they have run every test possible and they are satisfied that the problem has been found or solved. I much prefer the French system, well most of the time. I just wanted to go home to bed and for many reasons.
I know my own body, and when I have ailments, I usually adjust to compensate, slow down or just stop doing whatever I felt caused the problem. So, I stopped using my computer for a time, as much as I could bear to stand and now it seems to be okay.
One thing is for sure though, I’m not giving up on seχ just to eliminate this as a possible symptom. You would have to kill me before that happened!
So, I could go into a long list of things which may have caused my eye problem, but after hearing everything, I finally convinced the doctor I was not staying in the hospital. I won’t bore you with those details. The doctor was cute though but didn’t show me any signs of a mutual attraction after my outrageous flirting with her. I think Hugo on his own would be more her type.
Anyway, I promised to cut my screen time in half for now just to satisfy the doctor and my desire to get back home with Hugo and Jane. I could not waste precious time in the hospital while my boyfriend was on leave, Jane and I would never have gotten over it.
So, this weekend I’ve just dropped by to let you see a few memes Jane found for me to cheer me up and I think to tease me about the name calling episode. Don’t worry, I’m not stressed about this at all, I enjoy being heckled and it shows I’ve touched someone enough for them to give an opinion and I love those. I always say, ‘opinions are like a55holes, everyone has one!’
Never typically wanting life to be ordinary, Grace realizes that the all too familiar running away is not an option.
Deep down she wants someone in her life. With the mysterious market stranger exchanging meaningful looks and her best friend pledging her undying love, she must move on with her life. But which way to turn?
She has too many secrets in her life, and as her past catches up with her, events come to a climax. A decision needs to be made!
The freedom to do as she pleases has only brought more loneliness, and with those who may soon rely on her reappearing, the decision might well be out of her hands.
I’ve never lived an ordinary life, it’s just not in me. My sister has other ideas as she comes to terms with her own forced reality and no longer tolerates my inaction revealing our family’s secrets. She is a constant reminder of who I could have been. She is my strength and guide to opening the closed doors of our past. “The truth will triumph,” she reminds me.
My parents have plenty to hide which seems to be a family habit, and questions lead not to answers but further questions. As I back slide under the avalanche of mounting difficulties, most of which live just beneath the surface, inside my head, I wonder whether the whole truth can ever see the light of day?
Admittedly, I have too many open loops, instabilities and far more than enough temptation to fill two lives.
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