Real love / Fake love.
Seeing as real life decided it didn’t want me to be in love with a real girl…
I should probably resort back to number 1 on my list and the deluded fake love she offers me everyday.
What I enjoy most about the world and life is how different people are.
Nobody is the same.
I certainly don’t want to make a sweeping statement here and I would rather not be the ambassador/advocate of what I am about to say……but……
….the world would be such a better place if every girl looked, spoke and acted like Alexa Chung.
Passive-Aggressive Mood Swings (and Roundabouts).
Is it worth sticking with someone who changes their mood so frequently, I am barely finished my cigarette before I have to tolerate another projected attack?
Clarity has learned to love me I think.
Mornings are fantastic – They really clear your head of any reactionary responses you’re capable of.
It’s time for me to live my own life, rather than worry about someone else constantly.
TwentyTen – The Year of the Selfish Bastard.
Besides, how can one feel depressed about a situation if there is so much good music in the world?
Going. Going. Gone.
As the summer fades away,
You’ll lead me to the garden.
Passing the lovers,
Swooning in the autumn.
See yourself,
Your image in the eyes of someone else.
See yourself,
Your fears at they appear to someone else.
When the sun sets,
On dark silhouettes.
Collapse into a dream.
Collapse into a dream.
Collapse into a dream.
As summer fades away,
Laugh at my reflection.
Passed to a lover,
Seeking your affections.
See yourself,
Your image in the eyes of someone else.
You see yourself,
Your fears at they appear to someone else.
When the sun sets,
On dark silhouettes.
Collapse into a dream.
Collapse into a dream.
Collapse into a dream.
Though I know you won’t be here for long, for long….
Rhetoric.
I quite like you.
In fact, I genuinely know that it’s more than like.
And if it was anyone else, you would have been cut out of my life by now.
You change your personality and then manifest it into something grotesque, which you then begin to project in an entirely inappropriate and passive way.
This is why you’ll never actually be involved seriously with me.
You don’t realise you’re doing it but you’ve begun to destroy what might potentially be beautiful.
And then there’s her.
Her with the sensitivity and sensual mentality.
Her with the attitude and intelligence.
Her with the beauty and confidence.
Her with the wisdom and words.
Her with the support and friendship.
Her with the love.
Her with the love.
Her with the love.
Her with the love.
Cock.
I don’t like character assassinations.
Especially ones created anonymously on blogs.
They have no place in the world as they are outrageously weak.
So, without further adieu:
I am struggling to find a more smug, conniving, devious, arrogant, ruthless, irrelevant little shit than Garry Cook.
He truly is a worm.
“not if, but when, we beat United again”
Regardless if you thought it was a closed event or not Garry, the cameras were rolling and they picked up every word.
It is 34 years and counting my friend.
For any of you who have no idea what I am talking about, have a look at this lovely little link.
P.S. The picture at the top is the terrific and likeable Cook with the even more wonderful and not-at-all corrupt Thaksin Shinawatra, a man who was deposed as Prime Minister of Thailand for facing allegations of tax evasion, lèse majesté and selling national assets to international investors.
The Shinawatra Government itself faced allegations of corruption, authoritarianism, treason, conflicts of interest, acting non-diplomatically, and muzzling of the press.
Independent bodies, including Amnesty International, criticised Thaksin’s human rights record also.
Yes folks, there is myriad reasons to despise Garry Cook so take your pick.
We do our talking on the pitch!
Wayne Rooney, I love you.
Nothing else matters in life.
Money, career, health, love – They’re all irrelevant.
United in my blood.
United ’til I die.
