tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73083032011-12-15T15:56:49.133ZClued up bisexual woman sniffing around Worthing. Addicted to good food and fine women.Quality tastes better than quantity.Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-2771934153929039972011-12-15T15:15:00.004Z2011-12-15T15:16:23.482Z

Before the imagination runs away into the cesspool of one's mind, I would like to point out that the title of this post isn't as filthy as you might have wanted. It's just an update of where I am aiming to be in a year's time. Not here but there. France. I've seen the light. I've seen the fresh produce. I've smelt the air from the mountains. I have to get there with my family and am on a

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-39402437088792188802011-06-15T17:12:00.000+01:002011-06-15T17:18:20.409+01:00

Is it just me who just doesn't get it? Don't men have enough to be getting on with, like running the world? Starting fights with anyone and everyone? Yet still. There is always one isn't there? Unfortunately this is just the start of a string of such stories.I am just waiting to hear a justifiable reason for this despicable behaviour that isn't just another variation of 'sorry'.Not good enough

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-72638754351712339762011-06-14T10:36:00.000+01:002011-06-14T10:42:33.088+01:00

I have a spark for Sarah Beeny, as mentioned previously in this blog and needed a refresher fix..Hot hot hot. I could truly sort this woman out!Damn!I do, unfortunately, have a colleague that I sit next to that is the uncanny likeness of her. Some moments I am in heaven talking to her, only because I am reminded of Sarah, not because I fancy my colleague. Honest.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-33604894964416659042011-06-13T20:21:00.004+01:002011-06-13T20:33:33.049+01:00

I've been thinking about this for a while. Didn't have an epiphany or anything. More an irritation that is growing more and more on a daily basis.Being a bi girl really isn't something that I have chosen, although if I had to choose it would be my status every time. Baggage and all.'Gay' girls who have slept with a man/men are absolutely not gay in my book (and this includes Miss Germany, who

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-48103108615686871572011-06-13T19:57:00.000+01:002011-06-13T19:57:31.382+01:00

A Hoax: Apology to readers: "Statement Regarding the Gay Girl in Damascus Blog Tom MacMaster Istanbul, June 13, 2011 I am the sole author of this blog and have al..."

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This is a bit bizarre for me. The fact that Miss Germany is coming for three days at the end of May. The idea that I would love to have rampant (and I really do mean rampant) sex with her for 95% of the time (come on a girl's gotta eat) but for the little problem of a house full of kids. Including a baby in the bedroom. I am attempting to visualise withheld moans of delight and cries of pleasure

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-23853130744210521022011-04-24T23:32:00.001+01:002011-04-24T23:35:22.770+01:00

http://cookup.blogspot.com/2004/08/women-are-like-buses-arent-they.htmlActually I cough.Cough again.There really is a link to all this.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-59065423340724470872011-04-24T23:20:00.003+01:002011-04-24T23:29:09.541+01:00

There is no link. Blogger asked me that. Apart from the link between Miss Germany and myself. The connection is huge. For those who don't know about Miss Germany, read the blog from the beginning, and also as a recap, if you can't be bothered to do that, she is my long time love from way back now - yet we cannot be together.Life paths and all that.The great thing is that she is coming to my house

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-72179827943577570962010-08-13T13:29:00.001+01:002010-08-13T13:29:14.436+01:00

Teenage boys 'troubled' by topless Italian sunbather | News & Politics | News & Comment | The First PostI personally would like to see what this woman looks like;-)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-54799760475526862322010-08-13T13:29:00.000+01:002010-08-13T13:29:11.192+01:00

Teenage boys 'troubled' by topless Italian sunbather | News & Politics | News & Comment | The First PostI personally would like to see what this woman looks like;-)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-58015538030482576582010-08-02T22:53:00.002+01:002010-08-02T23:02:55.210+01:00

I mean really. Every girl that I have ever been out with has had some kind of complication.It may be to do with the complication of:The mindThe body.The ex. Especially the ex.Take Miss Germany for instance. She has just finished with a ridiculously offensive, to me, fellow Scorpio laydee, who tried (unsuccessfully) to play mind games with me through my ex. Didn't work. I don't succumb to psychos,

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-89594926703999124992010-07-27T15:06:00.004+01:002010-07-27T15:11:39.347+01:00

Oooh. How to wind a girl up. A fiercely bisexual one at that.How many times have I had to state that I am not gay? That a bisexual identity does exist.No really.A friend of mine said to me last night that she didn't know that I 'did' girls. I have told her many times (maybe when she was completely blotto but that is beside the point). She has remembered nothing. So deja vu struck again and her

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-29621424046587346452010-07-26T23:50:00.003+01:002010-07-26T23:55:16.794+01:00

What other lovely things are in store for my area I wonder. Country going down hill. Check.Country reached rock bottom yet? Getting there fast.If you were to check the archives of this blog you would spot that there has been 2 murders2 stabbingsplenty drug dealingand the recurring feeling that I have chosen to live in the new Brixton-by-Sea.Time to move on methinks?

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-65086458784761803002010-07-26T00:16:00.002+01:002010-07-26T00:22:59.518+01:00

Ok. So she is back. By default. I was minding my own business today in the chicken shop:-) Then she wobbles past. I Hail her like a taxi cab and she breaks. Sharply. My food arrives and we walk back to mine.She tells me about all these ridiculously mental girls that she has 'loved' and lost in the space of a breath. She questions why I am no longer her friend on Facebook. Why she is asking me I

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-6343763865726906672010-03-02T11:43:00.003Z2010-03-02T11:51:50.207Z

I can't help it but every time things are thrown in front of me by accident, on the Internet, I really wish they weren't. Minding my own business and reading about everyone else's on Facebook this morning is a point in question.One of my bisexual-turned-lesbian friends commented on one of her friend's photos. A set of three.Each pic more stomach churning than the last.Will people not sort out

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-58806688534514908962010-02-14T20:43:00.002Z2010-02-14T20:52:35.966Z

Here I am again, another year on, not knowing how I feel exactly. Alone in my grief as this year my mum is at her house (far too many memories there to visit for me thank you very much), and the Third Girl (not mentioned her yet) is off on an adventure in South America. Normally we are all together and playing his songs and talking about him. This year I am on my own. It feels weird.It still

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-85280420056874219152010-01-08T13:16:00.001Z2010-01-08T13:16:39.218Z

In pictures: Gentlemen prefer Rachel Weisz | News in pictures | In Pictures | The First PostPosted using ShareThis

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-77979722058295707312009-07-23T05:04:00.001+01:002009-07-23T05:04:07.110+01:00

This is the first sensible thing that I have heard from this guy apart from the hysterical episode that was the 'leave britney alone' situation comedy that rocked the web. Chris Crocker are you maturing? That is the question.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-15005896499270343362009-07-02T23:42:00.002+01:002009-07-02T23:52:38.465+01:00

It's all you need according to the Beatles, apparently..obviously. All You Need Is Love has just come on the Squeezebox via Last Fm. Lynden David Hall version of course, and it just hits me. I feel quite sick. Messy.When someone close in your family passes, dies, is no longer there, it messes with you for the rest of your existence.It catches you unexpectedly.It also catches you when you want to

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-82865503566871721282009-04-23T21:48:00.003+01:002009-04-23T21:57:37.738+01:00

I don't know what happened. Life gets busy. You think about the blog that you have nurtured unintentionally for so many years and start to feel a bit guilty. Not lazy. Just guilty. For not writing. Have had plenty to write about. Just the thought of booting up my slow computer (it was fast to start with but aging rapidly year after year)(errr is that me we're talking about now?!),  sends me

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-70469952998240016162008-04-28T11:16:00.002+01:002008-04-28T11:22:29.157+01:00

This is a major note to self.The above combination do not a good combo make.You know what you are like every full moon.Do not invite weird, but oddly curious midget sized bi girls who are on heat to your house bearing gifts of copious amounts of alcohol ever again.Do you hear?Don't do it.It will only end up with you snogging the lard off her and making some kind of nasty sandwich.Stop it.Get out

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-2596209589932356132008-04-28T11:02:00.003+01:002011-12-15T15:17:25.246Z

I am becoming alarmed, even to the point of quiet hysteria (if there can be such a thing) about the rapid decline in the town of Worthing. Dare I even say my street is getting worse? I would have thought that two murders on my street is enough for anyone. I no longer have to buy the weekly rag to get the news. I just need to walk out my front door. A neighbour will update me. Burglaries,

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-62648619961094166002008-03-15T16:18:00.002Z2008-03-15T16:28:55.643Z

The other night I got chatting with Little Miss Oompa and she decided to get all flirty with me on Messenger.Of course I was horrified at the turn this conversation was going so I chose the direct route and told her she wasn't my cup of tea.Hey ho.This only blimming well encouraged her.Stoked her fire.She then proceeded to tell me how she would like to kiss me and do unthinkable, let alone

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-25800932170684673422008-03-11T21:17:00.004Z2008-03-11T21:34:54.783Z

This is what the girl is like. This is what an Oompa Loompa looks like and this is what this minger girl will be called for ever after. Miss Oompa for short. Jaysus. You know when you get stupid ideas that you think are clever at the time? I actually have to admit that this really was stupid.I am obviously still alive after inviting this unknown girl to my house. But I couldn't find her when I

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-63183787927736260472008-03-03T19:42:00.003Z2008-03-03T19:49:44.991Z

Never, under any circumstances get drunk online and talk to people that are potential (or not) fuck buddies, and arrange to meet them.Do not give out your phone number, even if it is a mobile.Don't ever, ever talk to a fat girl. Do not get swayed by a description of 40FFFFFFF infinity.Really leave well alone if above girl is also an A1 PROPER NO QUESTION MINGER.I do this all the time. When I am

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-31325438007588380542008-02-20T18:25:00.003Z2008-02-20T18:29:49.097Z

I managed to 'handle' Valentines Day with my mum and a close family friend. We handled it with a nice big bottle of Brandy and a bucketful of tears.This is the perfect way to grieve.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-9172389595632074362008-02-17T13:12:00.003Z2008-02-17T13:20:13.566Z

So. Worthing idiots/arsonists help in the ridding of the washed up timber that caused the beaches along the Sussex coast to be closed, by setting it ablaze in the middle of the night?Dumb.Dumb.Dumb.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-41997845006551255672008-02-13T22:37:00.003Z2008-02-13T22:48:21.216Z

I was just about to click 'create new post' (and add some depressing thoughts about tomorrow but I will hold that for the day itself thank you very much), when my eyes were drawn to my tag line about quality tasting better than quantity.Got me all excited it did (yes, I can be sad at times, oh yes, very sad).Because I don't know which idiot would rather eat three mingin pussies than one sweet,

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-7683500239669569732008-02-10T22:33:00.000Z2008-02-10T22:37:28.372Z

This is the funniest new series by the BBC. There is only one day left on it before I suppose they put up Episode 2 but here is the first one.I watched this with a girl friend and we laughed out loud continuously.I laughed until I was crying.Then I laughed until it hurt.Then I stopped laughing because I was crying.It's a girl thing:-)(Might not be viewable outside UK though)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-38712140201182707412008-02-06T00:22:00.000Z2008-02-06T00:25:02.378Z

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-75079791446594373112008-02-05T23:49:00.001Z2008-02-06T00:03:08.119Z

I haven't written here for a while mainly because the agony and pain felt in typing because of police brutality (see earlier entries to know what I'm going on about). Only in the last two weeks have I had no pain at all. So. I dare to say that I am back. With a vengeance;-)Plus food opportunities have been crap until now (more later).Another reason is that this blog of mine is supposed to be

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-27733688074781781072007-12-19T16:54:00.001Z2007-12-19T18:07:15.381Z

If people wish to be pedantic, the title should really read 'Vomit in the town' because one hundred thousand people doesn't quite equate to city just yet.Nevertheless my point is that there are some seriously sick people around at the moment. For the last couple of days, every single street that I am walking on has patches of vomit strewn across my path. It is no mean feat trying to manoeuvre

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-80412146309660388532007-11-09T13:04:00.001Z2007-11-09T13:07:08.089Z

I haven't written for a while because I have been at war.He who shall not be named and I have split. He took his Princess daughter with him.Basically. I threw them out.He had me arrested in the process.Before I was pro police (like an idiot I see now).Now everyday I wake up and shout "Babylon!".I am suing the police as we speak.I will fill in the gaps real soon.Be gentle with me;-)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-36485225319478631242007-10-09T10:38:00.000+01:002007-10-09T10:45:02.360+01:00

The whole month of October is Black History Month.Do I need to write this in capitals or is it easy to understand just like that I wonder?A 'colleague' yesterday asked me what I was reading."Events that are on in Worthing celebrating Black History Month" said I."What does that mean, Black History Month" replied the intelligent 'colleague'."Black dot History dot Month?" queried I with as raised an

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-4674194491572691082007-09-24T18:55:00.000+01:002007-09-24T19:08:41.641+01:00

I have a serious problem with these crisps. So much so that I found myself ranting on a daily basis about the change to Sunseed oil usage in their creation. WTF?The final point came when I started to throw away packets of the stuff at work.I have also seen people do the same thing.So. I decided enough was enough and I wrote to Walkers telling them about the mentalness of changing the flavour of

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-52288426551347705452007-07-03T23:00:00.000+01:002007-07-03T23:12:49.316+01:00

I smoke. Therefore I am pissed right off. Since Sunday 1st July 2007 when this wonderful law was passed without my or anyone one else's yay or nay. The people that actually count are those who are not voting in The House of Lords or The House of Commons or wherever they do the dirty tango.I am deranged with the fact that the lack of choice is present. The freedom to choose has been omitted. Not

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-47930738880321855492007-06-19T23:00:00.000+01:002007-06-19T23:04:07.168+01:00

22.56That is when they answered..on a second attempt.I already rung them once and was holding for about 15 mins before that.Disgusting.To top it..the customer service agent had an Asian accent and couldn't understand when I told him my phone number..some problem with zero and 0 and nought.That does deserve a JAYSUS I'm sorry!Shabby.That is the verdict.It's paid now though;-)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-83353867306000988172007-06-19T22:47:00.000+01:002007-06-19T22:56:25.836+01:00

I know this is totally off topic but I am having to test this for my own sanity. I want to pay my phone bill.The time now is 22.45.I haven't got a phone bill to hand with my account number on so am unable to use the fantastic UK phenomena that is the automated telephone-not-talk-to-a-human-being-ever-just-get-deranged-instead-and-scream-at-the-phone-like-a-loon service.So.I need to speak to a

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-26552657808632380532007-06-01T23:23:00.000+01:002007-06-01T23:34:11.107+01:00

This question has been on my mind for a week and only increased in thought by he-who-shall-not-be-named's completely insane behaviour tonight.Last week a neighbour of mine comes knocking on my door in tears because her husband tried to kill her by putting her hands around her neck with attempt to harm.I asked her what she said to him when he did it but she said she said that she told him nothing.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-64160442012666076162007-05-29T23:36:00.000+01:002007-05-29T23:46:34.527+01:00

Today has been totally touchy feely day with Miss Spice. I don't know how to handle this girl. She has made me nearly cum in my g-string today I tell ya!Three meetings in college I have had with this woman and I have been like a num nut. Unable to speak that much. Unable to cope with her stroking me almost all over my body.Miss Spice says that we are going out this weekend (erm,,think we have

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-87565256470975993782007-05-29T23:29:00.000+01:002007-05-29T23:36:22.912+01:00

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Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-84448513813685630132007-05-16T23:01:00.000+01:002007-05-16T23:33:46.585+01:00

Ok. Cough.I went to the bizarre place that is The Crap Pub and met another student who knew more about me than myself it seemed. This was probably because the times that she met me before was at Da Shack when I was inebriated with my choice tipple..Wray & Nephew (for those who don't know).I thought I was in with a chance at first because she is a babe and was drunk in a nice way and very

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-14999519202178420142007-05-16T22:55:00.000+01:002007-05-16T23:00:56.342+01:00

I don't usually talk about films/movies (depending on where you're at) but I am actually looking forward to this release. I have seen the trailers and I was laughing my head off. The thing is that when Rush Hour 2 finished and you knew that they left it open for another one, well, I was shaking my head in a 'Rocky 9' type moment riddled with disbelief.I didn't think that it was possible to make

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-50720383697125668072007-05-12T12:29:00.000+01:002007-05-12T12:36:46.553+01:00

Oh this is something most people will love. New thing to do with broadband on the block, type thing.If, like me, you used to think that you were any good at CatchPhrase (apparently not), Family Fortunes (let's not even go there), Countdown (no way), Bullseye, Blockbusters or The Price is Right, then mosey on down to this fab website.We Dig Tv.Oh yeah.Broadband at it's best.Enjoy!

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-61191267556025636382007-05-09T23:12:00.000+01:002007-05-09T23:15:11.501+01:00

You see.I have missed the wonderful boat that was Paris Hilton.(am sure millions of others did too).Thank God.So. I do not give a flying f.u.c. and you know the rest, about her going to jail for 45 days and her begging on Myspace for people to sign an online petition.I am disgusted by this modern day head up own arse behaviour.Read about it here.Paris Hilton must stop.For all our sakes.This does

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-35376811485539318022007-05-08T23:19:00.000+01:002007-05-08T23:22:29.968+01:00

Oh yeah! I don't usually like to react to situations like this but..Miss Spice mailed me today with the excuse of "sorry but was busy". Fair enough..obviously not for those who know me..but yeah.I have to thank every man who gave me advice because this has worked. Have been cool and she has come back...reeeeesult!She is going to call me. She said.Been all nice to me and going for it but I have

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-2182920722307769632007-05-06T00:33:00.000+01:002007-05-06T00:36:29.991+01:00

You scored as Rachel. Popular and stylish you're Rachel. You can be a little vain at times but your heart is in the right place.Rachel75%Phoebe70%Joey65%Chandler65%Monica55%Ross50%Which Friend are you?created with QuizFarm.comSo 5 percent out then!

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You surf.You stumble upon a blog.You like the look of it.You read quite a few entries but feel there's nothing that you can really add to the thread or point being made.So what do most people do next?Click on another blog or set up an rss feed to come back when the blog is updated.What would be really nice is if the reader left a comment, even if it just says "have a nice day" or "nice blog".That

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-18954278330831640942007-05-04T23:14:00.000+01:002007-05-04T23:23:16.245+01:00

I have just been checking out my stats, of which I thought would be appalling considering my lack of writing lately..obviously enjoying the sunshine is my reason. Been checking them out on the wonder that is Statcounter.However, today I am stunned.How the fuck does 9 % of search terms lead to my blog for 'booby ladder'? Ok, what it is translating to is the wonderful Sarah Beeny that I tend to

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-65601964035111908802007-05-01T23:30:00.000+01:002007-05-01T23:37:36.928+01:00

Ok. So I'm not particularly happy right now because in the last 24 hours, things have taken a different turn.I do not know why she is not answering anything from me today. Total blank.It could be the "she is too intense for me" thing, which I have had all my life. This is why I am well and truly happy with the friends that I do have because I know that they "get me".But in the last 24 hours, Miss

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-41330807015388268862007-04-30T17:58:00.000+01:002007-04-30T18:07:13.344+01:00

O.M.G. The girl is gorgeous with a capital G. To. Die. For. It is such a relief after Minger Stalker Bird I can tell you. I feel a bit gushy and stupid about this girl though and I don't know how to play this one at all.The main problem is that she is a student where I work.I thought she was straight but the signals she is giving me are far away from that. She is 27, which doesn't totally create

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This is what I have. A minger stalker. This is not something to be proud of. At all. What is wrong with ugly girls, hanging out in pubs, gleefully waiting for everyone, no, anyone to sling their beer goggles on and take them home. God forbid , and do dirty nasty things to them?I didn't do that. I did get off with her but it was quite bizarre because the whole time I was thinking, "Is she really

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Following on from everybody has a song and you having to learn how to sing it. That’s what I’m doing. Following on. Beaming up. Slapping down. Miracles and weird stuff happen all the time. What do we learn from it all. Who knows? Who cares? I wouldn’t admit to learning. It sounds smug to me. Feelings are a different thing all together. You can’t really learn from feelings. You can only

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Everybody has a song.You just have to learn how to sing it.

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I went to his grave yesterday and I must say that I am reeling from this visit. I didn't expect to be the mess that I am today. My friend put it to me that when I visited on his birthday last year, it was a celebration of his birth, unlike yesterday which was a reminder (as if I'm gonna forget) of his passing.I am angry about this death malarkey. It doesn't feel like a year ago. It feels like

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Do I look or behave like a 'good girl to marry'?I apologise for my need for even more idiots in my life by newly frequenting (as of today) stupid networking sites....see below's invitation to marry (again) ...as if I would be that stupid:HI, U r realy haviing gorgious look, u gain my attention in first sight and u r soo prety and beautiful, I observe from ur profile that if we establish and

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-64177879717195620202006-12-18T20:52:00.000Z2006-12-18T20:58:10.201Z

Weird. Weird. Weird. (please start each sentence below with the word weird:-))1) Because the link is given by The First Post and God knows how they know this stuff. 2)The link is here. On myspace.i{content: normal !important} (it might say the profile has been deleted but if you refresh a couple of times, it will show you.)3) If he did it.4)If he didn't.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-6106750853045451532006-11-30T13:42:00.000Z2006-11-30T13:46:33.730Z

I have never worked anywhere before where Secret Santa is played.Now I have the strange task of buying a present, under a fiver, preferably silly/fun for my supervisor. She doesn't know it's from me and we all drew names from a hat. We are not allowed to question the person that we picked either. (just for those who don't know what Secret Santa is).Can someone plllleeeease suggest something/

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The police have paid me a visit. Just now.Nothing but drama and flashing lights outside my house. A couple of nasty traffic wardens and a lovely big DVLA van.They only went and clamped our Mercedes. Placed a lovely yellow sticker on the driver window (not read yet as pouring with rain).Clamped?!!Can't believe it actually.Did the same to a car a couple rows down too, even when the man was '

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For the past three mornings I have woken up and attempted to wank over/about LL Cool J;-) He has just gotten in my head and I just cannot for love nor money get him out! I don't usually fancy people in the public eye but he is definitely like a fine wine that has improved with age:-)My difficulty in not cumming over him is for that very fact that he is in the public eye, not someone I know, have

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Baby Girl let me down:-(She was supposed to meet me tonight at the Crap Pub after work tonight but she didn't. I didn't think that she would come down in the freezing cold of tonight but there was hope. No matter how slight. The thing that got me was that last night she promised she would come. I even told her not to do so because shit always happens.She still wanted to promise.So I finished work

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-7043102568128944472006-11-02T10:09:00.000Z2006-11-02T10:17:50.086Z

So now I sound like something you order when you're starving and pop in to Burger King for some lunch.According to this article70 percent of heterosexual adults in the survey admitted that they knew someone who is either gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender.It would be much more interesting if someone would do a survey of a large proportion of GLBT's to see if they knew any straight people.

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-25313373559791964302006-11-01T22:13:00.000Z2006-11-01T22:20:35.708Z

You wait til I get my hands on the effing twats who egged my house just because we said no trick and no treat either. To 'get egged', for those who are not in the know, means that a bunch of idiots throw raw eggs in their shells at you/your house/your car *delete as applicable, FOR FUN.Idiots.Twats.Wait til next year.I've got some reverse psychology planned for them I tell ya.

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So finally I read some proof in writing that the weed shortage is real, planned, and apparently a lot to do with Vietnamese children. The Association of Chief Police Officers are due to report on the results of a two week initiative, which did indeed work, in September, across 17 counties.So now you know.If you have weed. Hang on to it.It is precious in all parts:-)

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Thank goodness! All that drinking mission I have been on all week can cease now:-) Meeting Mr Wray & Mr Nephew many times (see image left) on Saturday night was the penultimate conclusion to a mission finely executed methinks. Although the hangover yesterday was, to say the least, messy;-)All said and done I have woken up today, a year older and feeling a bit subdued at the moment due to having

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It's my birthday on Monday:-) I decided to give myself a mission this week as I'm on leave. To get 'mashed up' and 'lean' every single day. (literally drunk and or under the influence of any drug going).By Tuesday I thought I would have to give in to this challenge. (comments like "you're getting old mate" are currently rampant).However, I seem to have managed to carry a lovely weed overkill

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After reading this article about lesbians, gays and bisexuals feeling a tad nervous about disclosing their sexuality to the doctor, it got me thinking.Would I tell my doctor?Why should I tell my doctor?I know that people are continually making assumptions about my sexuality, which I immediately dispel, most of the time. I have yet to hear of a heterosexual person marching into a doctor, dentist,

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Jaysus. (already you know it's gonna be grim when I start a sentence with the Irish one!).Went to the Crap Pub last night with He-who-shall-not-be-named. The pub is in fact, not that crap at all but the name has stuck.There was the usual Original Nutter, barely able to prop up the bar, let alone himself.There were a few Fishermen type grandads.Couple of Goths.One girl.IT men (meaning computer

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I love it working in the Candy Shop right now. I am planning to leave shortly, to get my real weekends back, but until then, I'm loving it.A total babe came in today.She had the perfect breasts.Long hair.Dressed funky.It was such a pleasure to see. She did not lay her breasts on a counter like a fat bird would. (see above) (they soooo just don't get it). I just got a 15 second glimpse. Ok. A

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-67744744748538543602006-10-20T20:55:00.000+01:002006-10-20T21:04:26.136+01:00

OK. So I did what I felt scared to do. I didn't think that Candy Shop Girl would come in twice in two days, but she did! I was waiting for her all day and not actually believing that she would come, but, she did! Caught me completely off guard, so I was kind of a stupid-blubbering-girl kind of thing. Grrr.I asked her what she thought about the pub next door. (This was the only way I could think

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-56435665053180797502006-10-18T13:11:00.000+01:002006-10-18T13:19:52.402+01:00

Madonna may not usually make statements, well neither do I. I rarely comment on 'hot topics' but today I read the complete Madonna statementand felt a tad miffed. Phrases like "I want to open my door" and "million orphans blah" don't sit well. It conjures up images of a childminder stepping up her game a little and Baby David is not exactly an orphan.It doesn't smell at all like adoption to me.

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I'm disturbed. By two topless models who are 'apparently/allegedly/whatever' together.According to our beloved The Sun they will be doing all future shoots together. So they are a 'proper' pair.Is it just me or is this weird and smelling like media propaganda wrapped up in chip wrap?Whether I am with a man or a woman and in love 'forever', it spells disaster if I shout out to everyone that my I

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-7327594612774514772006-10-14T22:00:00.000+01:002006-10-14T22:13:21.105+01:00

Maybe I'm on a roll. Maybe because it's my birthday month. Maybe I got the signals wrong but you decide.A hot babe (in looks anyway) has come in two weekends on the trot to the Candy Shop where I work. I think she is only coming in on Saturdays and not Sundays.She was all chatty last week and introducing herself (whilst I was secretly thinking her behaviour was a bit too close to familiar, nutty

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-64535588450177264182006-10-11T12:08:00.000+01:002006-10-11T12:22:47.832+01:00

"I got me some pussy, some pussy, some pussy. " she says, grinning from ear to ear.Baby Girl is her name:-) (obviously my creation, but hey, this is what she calls me).Finally I got me an older woman on Monday night. I cannot believe I was celebrating my mate, Dudette's, birthday until 6 in the morning, much pussy eating involved, with this crazy woman I met outside the club.Tongued and danced

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-57443357521629431382006-10-05T18:10:00.000+01:002006-10-05T18:20:56.721+01:00

It was my friend's birthday yesterday, and apart from the usual Vodka drinking to excess and me reconfirming with her whether she wants to shag me yet, we all partook in a scrummy Chinese takeaway.This has to be the best Chinese ever sold in the whole of Sussex. If you ever find yourself in Worthing then please ring them. Then wait for a taste of paradise to arrive at your front door.The reason?

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-61619435894007547942006-10-03T11:05:00.000+01:002006-10-03T11:13:37.682+01:00

Weed is not my drug of choice as many will know. However, it seems the police are doing a bloody good job of taking it out of circulation. The shortage, well, complete lack of full stop, of the drug, in Worthing has interested me somewhat.It's down to the behaviour of half my friends.You don't even realise that half the people you know are walking around in a purple haze half the time until

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-11890970901132058542006-09-27T17:41:00.000+01:002006-09-27T17:56:27.960+01:00

I just cannot believe this is happening again. Another murder. Last night. If you want to know about the first murder from outside my window kind of perspective, click here. Obviously my street is filled with unpleasant people, bad magnetics or too much drugs (of which no-one is sharing with me!). Probably a mix of all three I reckon.When the police knocked at my door at 2.15 this afternoon, I

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-44393869028952596642006-09-23T12:07:00.000+01:002006-09-23T12:21:47.152+01:00

Yep this ole chestnut reared it's head last night. I know I am attracting, finally, older women at the mo but the twist in the triangle was that her boyfriend is 23. She is 47 or something mental like that. Good on her is what I say. Name for today is Ice Maiden, although she was quite the opposite in behaviour.Isn't it nice when a woman just jumps you, maybe because they are feeling

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http://axefeather.com/index_pop.aspx?referred=&country=ukI couldn't resist this:-)

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Big fire yesterday in Heene Mansions (listed buildings), which is a prime location in Worthing. Top floor flat went up (girl works in Spar round the corner, and is distraught about losing all her possessions, obviously). There were a massive amount of fire engines present, mainly because they were unable to put the fire out with the usual amount. Everyone is wondering what was in her flat that

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I noted in my previous post that I had a few scenarios recently which have made my blogging intentions go right out the window. The second of these aforementioned scenarios (read disasters) is Identity Fraud.You know you read about these things happening all the time and at no instant do you think that it will happen to you. Well it happened to me. I only realised something was wrong when I

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  Wandered where I have been? What I have been playing at by not writing regularly? Well I have had a few scenarios which have been consuming up a lot of my a) anger and b)tongue usage;-) First the wedding. September 9th. Bride and Groom decide to get married. Groom doing it for the second time. Stupidly invites his 'mate' that is also 'mates' with Missus Numero Uno. Maybe it's the fact that 

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-1156460240151152302006-08-24T23:51:00.000+01:002006-08-24T23:59:00.863+01:00

I'm not happy about this. My planet as a Scorpio no longer is. Because scientists went into a hall and stuck their hands up in the air waving pieces of paper and there was enough of them to change the solar system; and lose my planet.Bollocks.Obviously the ones who voted were not Scorpios.Cunts.

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Exactly.This is not a movie but it could be.Woke up this morning with vivid images of my bestfriend and me topless. In a nondescript room somewhere. Nipples erect (so let's times that by 4). Breasts full; swollen. Sex sweat. Heat. Moaning. Pulse quickening. That kind of thing. Of course the images had to continue with us rubbing our breasts up against each other. Until I became wet.Then I wanted

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-1152814080545025212006-07-13T19:02:00.000+01:002006-07-13T19:08:00.546+01:00

I am hungry.What do people do when they are hungry?Cook up something nice.Or get a takeaway if feeling lazy.I am hungry for the beauty that is a woman's body.(but of course I am not meaning just any ole woman will do;-))I can't just cookup something nice as if I am a professional conjurer.There is the possibility of a takeaway but I cannot accomodate right now.I don't even know why I am getting

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-1152368846565794112006-07-08T15:23:00.000+01:002006-07-08T15:27:26.590+01:00

Ok. I succumbed to peer pressure and got myself a space that is my.Addictive . Yes. (but only for a week or two then you become slightly less obsessive about the thing)Girls galore ? (yes, it's an effing jamboree!)Met anyone off there yet? No. (but this is the test to see if I get some results or not..But chances probably veering towards the not).Bring on the weirdo scenarios once more:-)

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-1151016155477806722006-06-22T23:38:00.000+01:002006-06-22T23:45:41.713+01:00

Walking to work today I was.I was overtaken.By a granny on foot.By a mile.I even tried to outsmart her by taking a shortcut but she still managed to be ahead of me.I am disgusted.By her speed.By her cunning.And the fact that I am officially slower than a proper granny.Seems like I need to pay a visit to Age Concern to pull a bird so that we can relate or what?(shaking head incomplete disbelief at

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Just an after thought this one.Woke up Monday morning.Run out of coffee = brain will not function properly.Put on Jamaica footie shirt and other things that go with it.Went for a walk into town.Never had so many blokes big grin me, snigger me or "morning luv" me in my entire life.The shame, scandal and ridiculousness of me, is what is was.Come on, someone take pity on me!

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Oh my God. Oh my God.No.Oh my GAWD! Oh my Gawd!I PAID to go and see Zero 7 last night at an extremely pricey price of £16.50 and was amazed by their support band Fink.Please visit their site, give them support, big them up, whatever it is that you do. They are from Brighton and signed and deep. Like a funky Coldyplay meets any talented Soulman.Oh, and Zero 7, who I love by the way, were great.

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A fat man with fat fingers and tattoes came into work with one of these babies on every single one of his fingers. Initially I was disgusted, and then my mind began to wonder whether he removes each one of them every time he has a play of a night.The thought alone terrified me and silenced me for a good five minutes after.

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That is the question. It appears all the fashion in Worthing to find Thai brides at the drop of a hat but what about Indian babes ? Obviously I don't wish to marry a Bollywood babe but to have a taste of a beautiful babe like this lurrrvely lady would be faaaaabulous.Am I asking for a bit much?

Happybutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542050953431831151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308303.post-1148859085659544392006-05-29T00:25:00.000+01:002006-05-29T00:31:25.660+01:00

I have just 'completed' a rather nice intrusive IM conversation with a young lassie aged 21:-)She is oh so shy. Therefore she shall be named I'm Shy.I think there maybe a story beginning here, regardless whether I wrote an entry only yesterday declaring my love for Miss Germany:-)I love younger girls when the mood is right although I am trying to magnetise an Audrey Hepburn 50 year old but the

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I'm hoping this link below works. (there is also a link above in case not). It takes you to a piece I wrote which gives you an idea of what Miss Germany is about. (if you are new to this blog).Cook Up: Women are like buses aren't they?I rung Miss Germany last night ,three times or more. Blame Miss Vodka or even Master Redbull.I believe I told her that I love her. I'm sure she will remind me

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Boy did he rock! Oooh la la:-) I have never seen him live before and there was quite a few people in the crowd who hadn't either (I found this out whilst questioning people because that's the kind of thing I do;-)).What disturbed me a bit was the few people who had to ask "er..who's Roachford?"(when telling people afterwards whilst staggering around the streets of Brighton, plus ladies toilets

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I love traffic lights.Not as a driver. Because I can't.But as a humble pedestrian.You press the button.The smug bastards in their cars try desperately to beat the lights and not stop.But fail.Ha! Ha!Ha!Oh the power.Gets me everytime.

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You Are a Bad GirlYou are 30% Good and 70% BadYou're a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes.But you're too badass to even care if you're labeled "bad"!Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

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I am only watching comedy at the moment. Which is to be expected. So MTV Live is fantastic for a laugh. Last night though, I paused and changed tactic and wanted some good ole fashion eye candy.Introducing....VeritySharp from the Culture Show. I think that yes, she has the same 'thing' that I'm always gushing on about , as Sarah Beenie.I'm just amazed how she can look so different in each shot.

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There is a man in my house and he visits my mum too.He constantly nicks teaspoons and socks.Has he visited you too?;-)

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I didn't know that I wrote something about my brother already.Lynden David Hallis missed by all who loved him.I'm still upset obviously. And even the word upset is a light word right now. No words can describe what we feel.I think he will send me a song that I know I must write.I think the brandies are on me tonight.

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My brother died yesterday. On Valentines Day. Aged 31. I think that is young.I think and feel that I am upset.A lot.I have to grieve.It's all over the news.ITV and BBC. And wherever else.I kissed his picture.I'm deranged and irregular.My love for him is strong and deep. Not caring about anything else but beauty.Beauty and grief go hand in hand maybe?I.Am.A.Mess.AAARRRRRRRGHHHH

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