Awkward Situations, Life, Random Thoughts

Sweet in an incredibly cheesy way

Is anybody there? It’s been quiet over the past few days to a hand related health issue and also life. Anyway, I’m back! I’ve missed blogging. Journalling is fun but I’m far more reasonable when I’m putting pen on paper. That’s no fun!

So, you know how I was like, ‘So long, Bob!’ in this post? 

Well, he Freddy Kruegered me in my dreams.


I’m pretty sure it was peach related. Bob has ruined peaches for me. I would give you the back story but I don’t want him to invade my daydreaming. I ain’t ready to sleep yet. Nor do I want to disturb you. I’m probably doing that already. 


It was an odd dream. I told my friend about it but she wisely ignored me, so I’m going to tell you guys about it instead. 

Before I do that, I would like to report that I’m Instagram free. I know, I never thought that this moment would come. I’m sure I’ll be back, but there’s no misguided obligation to see what mundane shit Bob is up to. 

F**k Bob. 

Well, okay, not really because he didn’t do anything and he seems sweet, just in an incredibly cheesy kind of way, but anyway, onto the dream. 

It took place near where I live. That’s red flag number one. Dreams that are close to home are always messed up. Always.

Here’s my write up (edited for clarity and because there’s some things y’all don’t need to know about me, LOL).

So, I guess I was walking on a street near where I live and somehow I bumped into Bob. I think he was with someone but that person didn’t say anything.  We got talking or he asked me something and we were talking for a bit. He was basically one of those people that never shuts up, lol. I remember talking about nonsense until two of my old friends showed up (I haven’t seen them in years) and joined the conversation. Next,  a door opened and this guy from work appeared and I was asking him about fixing a wall. My wall? Someone’s wall? I have no idea. 

He said he’d help and went to get tools. While he was gone, I’m talking about the wall with someone else and Bob cuts in and he said ‘what’s this about a wall?’ and something else about a hole and I was like, ‘No, it’s a broken wall outside’. I think he got talking about broken walls with his friend.

All. He. Did. Was. Talk. 


A short distance away, I was saying something to my friend about who he was and he interrupted and said, ‘You think I’m hot?’ 

…and I said, ‘No! I just know who you are’ but I don’t think I was convincing. Anyway the guy from work re-emerged and he left with Bob and his friend to go fix this wall. 

Later, I was telling my friend about my Bob fixation or whatever, and I jokingly said, ‘I’ve basically been stalking him for like a week’ (obviously I haven’t, but dream world lol). Out of nowhere, MY DAD CHIMES IN WITH, ‘Oh, you’ve been stalking this guy, eh?’ 

I was just wondering where the fuck he came from. He just seemed very amused. In the end I scuttled away because he kept listening to the conversation and it was disturbing. 

Now I have to look up what dreams about walls mean. Forget Bob, why was there a wall at all. A broken wall that I couldn’t fix myself. 

To dream about a hole in a wall indicates that you are breaking through obstacles and overcoming your limitations.

I am? Lol, well, hopefully this kicks in soon. As for Bob, he’s still in my metaphorical web-based naughty corner. I am still convinced that I dreamt of him because of peaches. I have to stay away from any mentions of peaches. 

What is life?

Life, Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts #15

I made #14 private because I was not thinking straight last week and everything I posted was a little too personal. I will leave the others up just in case they’re ever helpful to anybody but that one. Nope. I read through the previous Random Thoughts posts and I think they’re a nice chronological account and archive of my ongoing weirdness, lol! 
Anyway, today’s thought:

Genuine amusement! There’s a first time for everything.

My Instagram obsession (well, I don’t consider it an obsession but whatever, we’ll just go with that. Or what else can I call them? Bob? Let’s got with Bob) posted something to day that made me laugh IRL. 

Occasionally I check Bob’s posts. It was just whenever I had time but then his dog died and seriously his dog was the best part of everything. I was genuinely sad for him so now I watch his stories more? I don’t know how that works. I think I’m just bored now that I don’t have TV shows to watch. 

Unfortunately, he’s still a frequent provider of secondhand embarrassment but I find it interesting really. He’s more or less the most active person on my Instagram. I still follow less than 40 people, lol. 

My poor friend is always telling me that Bob isn’t that interesting and I’m just like… but he’s pretty? I’m that shallow. And I’m so bored that anything will do right now. I need to follow more blogs on here. I’m gonna go find a bunch of writing blogs right now. And work on honing my craft and not mocking Bob with my long suffering friend. 

By work I mean I’m probably going to keep watching them. 

I need an intervention. 

ETA: I think I just got one. Bob has irritated me immensely. It was so bad that I’m now flicking through ‘instagram is for attention seekers’ posts to kick-start the cool down period. 

We had a good run, Bob, but you’re not that pretty. 

Awkward Situations, Life

Getting Caught Up In My Own Weirdness

This is me in a nutshell, although sometimes I think life would be easier if I was normal. Sometimes I get so caught up in the weirdness that I can feel the point at which it goes from being funny to ‘omg can this girl shut the fk up’. 

So, I’m going to give my long suffering break and bring the weirdness here for a bit. I will give you guys a daily log of weirdness. I’m serious. Or we can just file it under Random Thoughts like I’ve been doing? Yeah, that’s better. Anyway. Bye!

Awkward Situations, Life, Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts #13


You know what, I don’t need any peach inspired nightmares tonight

I uttered this upon preparing to watch a story by my favourite narcissist person on Instagram. I may not have learned my lesson, but I’d like a nightmare free weekend!

Also, I need to chill on Instagram. I’m not on it 24/7 by any means, but there’s still something about it that makes me feel uncomfortable. Almost like I’m a hipster with hipster amnesia who’s forgotten that Instagram is beneath me (obv that’s an analogy ’cause hipsters embraced Instagram years before the rest of us. Duh!).

That being said I’m going to have to wean myself off it slowly. Cold turkey never works for me. Le sigh. 

A to Z Challenge 2017

quirks – #AtoZChallenge

I’m so behind! I think people are on S, or T and anyway, whatever. I’m fashionably late, okay.

Today’s word is quirks

1. I only drink hot water. Yes. Hot water. Occasionally I do drink cold water but only if it was piping hot first. I really don’t like cold water. It’s just. Tasteless. I mean, so is hot water, but it’s soothing at least. Yeah, I’m weird, I know. 
2. I hate touching things that are wet. I’m not even going to go into this one. I just cannot stand it. 

3. I kiss my teeth. A lot. I have no idea why. 

4. If I like something, it must be purchased in purple. Always. Purple phone case, purple tablet case. I’m planning to buy purple jeans and a hoodie. I’ve had purple braids. I may need an intervention. 

5. My handwritten S looks like a J. Seriously. Usually when I’m writing fast it just looks like a weird slanted line. It’s ridiculous. 

6. I occasionally eat ice cream or yogurt with a fork. Usually due to laziness, but apparently that’s weird. 

…And that’s it for now. On to R!

Life, Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts #3

I’m the kind of person that would order tacos in an ice cream shop

Or donuts in an electronics store. I’m ditzy that way.

There always has to be that one lone piece of chapped skin ruining my lipstick game

I need to unchapify my lips, stat.

I need to put some cocodamol on my hair

I meant castor oil but the thought alone was hilarious.