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Sounds like a bitch. And bitches ain't worth the headaches they cause.
I'm back at home.
This may have been the worst little holiday that I've ever had. Even the Waitrose was shit. Everything, from the big things to the little, sucked. I'm never going to Windsor again.
Missus blames me for being miserable and for turning back on Saturday. She's asking me if I want to leave. I told her that I'm thinking about it. All I want to do is travel, but I cannot take her anywhere if all she is going to do is moan and veto everything.
We had sex, or as more accurately to put it, I had sex with her. It was the first time that we had sex this year. She was tight, I had trouble putting it in, and despite me trying to be gentle, she said that I tore her, and encouraged me to finish fast, so I did.
I actively despise the way that I'm living. I'm taking steps to improve it, but those steps are just too slow. Everything takes time in this boring little country.
I had sex with her. It was the first time that we had sex this year. She was tight, I had trouble putting it in, and despite me trying to be gentle, she said that I tore her, and encouraged me to finish fast, so I did.
Hiking in England sucks. Agreed.
Eight days off, second in.
Bag packed, we set off by car and stopped at service area.
Everywhere today costs £150-£200 a night, even shitty Travelodge.
Drove up Boxhill. Getting up was stressful, GF didn't want to hike.
GF doesn't want to do anything. I want to go to Europe, not rip off UK, but she needs a Visa and doesn't have one.
GF vetod my idea of going anywhere in the UK, so I put my fist through my Chromebook. Trashed.
No adventure for me. Work, at shit studio flat in dead town, repeat.
Life is shit. Pure shit.
Just an owned cog in the machine. Squeezed out until wasted, then given a gravestone at the end.
Pure fucking AIDS.