I wish it could be Sunday when I wake up everyday.

The last few days of my life have been miserable and soul-destroying.  I don’t think it has anything to do with The Most Depressing Day of the Year – it’s just odd little things that have been getting me down.  Still, it’s meant that I haven’t been on my home computer since Monday evening [*gasp*] and thus I’ve just had to delete nearly 1400 junk emails.  I usually wade through my junk emails on a daily basis, just to make sure that there aren’t any non-junk emails playing Hide & Seek.  However, today I have just thrown caution to the wind and deleted every single one of them without checking – there are only so many times a lay-dee can wonder about the prize her schlong will win her, consider what advantages the huge instrument might truly have, and worry about her account with Abbey being overdrawn when she doesn’t even have an account with Abbey. 

Pffft.

I’ve come to a dreadful realisation this week … I’m a Control Freak!  Oh.  My.  God.  It’s only taken me thirty-three years to realise this.  However, I’m not an overt Control Freak.  I’m a subtle Control Freak.  I’m so subtle that even I don’t know when I’m being controlling!  It worried me [because I worry about everything] for a while, but then I decided it didn’t matter because it doesn’t harm anybody.  It seems to go hand-in-hand with my desire for a life based on routine and it affects lots of little things, particularly at home – but also at work when I try to take over things, under the pretence that I like to be helpful and stay busy [when really I want things done my way]. 

At least it’s something to add to my [if i lived in a world which celebrated these qualities] CV.  A Certificate in Basic Skills Control Freaking will look nice when placed next to my Masters in Paranoia, my Diploma in Sarcasm and that one lone GCSE in Moodiness.  I’m considering a PhD in either Let’s Take Everything Literally! or, I Don’t Get It.

Of course, my miserable week has had some happy face-brightening moments.  The Blokey had an appointment at the hospital in ChavTown today so he kindly picked me up from work.  I bought you a present today, he said.  Really? gasped I.  Yeh.  It’s sort of for Valentine’s Day, he smiled.  Oooh, what is it? He handed me a piece of paper that he’d printed off the Internet.  Yay! said I.  Tickets to see Scouting for Girls when they play in maC!  That boy knows how to make me happy …

please God bless the blokey for being my blokey xxx Elsabeth

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13 comments

  1. Well there you are!You shouldn’t go away for days like that! We miss you too much! (and some of us worry that you’ve gotten sick or been in an accident, etc…)I imagine all of us like things done our way, to a certain extent. I think it is because we naturally look at things from our own perspective. (It takes more effort to think of others and their points of view, doesn’t it?)I think you’re just fine the way you are!

  2. You ALWAYs leave the best comments and therefore you control me, oh how you control me……….and that’s not all bad!  Jenny and I were reading this together and now she is calling me “blokey”, don’t think it has the same cache’ as you with your proper English accent…….so to that end, I told her again that I wish to fly to the UK and meet you and your Blokey, afterall don’t we have the same first name?

  3. Well ‘allo there ducky. I hope you are doing better when you read this. RYC: The end of the find could be a tad distasteful. lol

  4. Hello there. Hurrah for Scouting For Girls. I’ve never heard their music but since they have a name that can be interpreted in two different ways, they’re obviously quite smart.Coo. My monitor just turned itself off and back on again. Don’t you dare break on me! I love the fact I’ve just written ‘coo’. Characters in The Beano always say that when they’re surprised by somethimg/ I haven’t read the Beano in yeeeeeeears.And RYC, yes girls can play (and when they win, they let us blokes know about it) but since you haven’t a 360, you’re going to have a job competing aren’t you really :-p

  5. dont feel bad.  that was just my second cousin, thrice removed, in-law, or whatever sabotaging my site from my own computer!  always the mysterious one with the pics aren’t you!

  6. Whats wrong with wanting to be in control
    Don’t stress out about meeting Paul.  He’s harmless. lol  Oddly enough I’ve never met Jenny…I have spoken to her on the phone in a very loud bar where I couldn’t even hear her much anyway.

  7. Well! That settles it! You are simply going to have to post a different entry as I keep on responding to your comments on my Xanga on this one and I’m sure it is confusing everyone! (ok – maybe only me…)That said…RYN: It started off being only one that bothered her, but then my entire scent “wardrobe” seemed to be the problem… I can try to find a scented lotion or something, but I’m not sure my scents come in those… (darn it!)

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