It's Saturday late afternoon. I've just come home from being at my mum and dad's house and before that I was in town having food and drinks with Jordan, Lauren and Peppe (who is also back in Brentwood). I think I told you before that we now have two horses at my mums. They belong to a girl called Sally who used to come and ride Cheeky with me when we were little. Well, Sally has just brought another horse to live at the house. It's a Shetland Pony! For anyone who doesn't know what that is; it's a miniature horse. It stands at about 2 ½ feet tall! He is the CUTEST thing ever!!! Me Jord and Lauren have just all had a walk down to the stables to feed them all some carrots. The Shetland is seriously cute (and quite funny in all honesty). He's like a joke horse. Very cuddly though; you just want to pick him up and give him a cuddle!
It's been a nice afternoon. I've had some good food and good company. Of course we got onto the subject of men again and Peppe made a few choice comments about them all thinking with their dicks (I wish they did !) and about how all men will tell lies when the shit hits the fan. I've heard just about as mush as I can take on the subject. I don't want to give it another thought right now. I don't even care what any of their problems are; I just know that if I don't get some action soon I'll end up in a padded cell with a stylish white jacket on. To relieve my stress I went to the bookshop and bought a book on Valentino Rossi. I have perved over the pictures all afternoon. The good thing is that when I go out tonight Rossi's beautiful face will still be on my mind and will stop me from pulling the first (bound to be ugly) bloke that comes along. I've got to set my sights higher so looking at his picture every day will remind me to do that.
I still feel very happy with myself that I managed to delete all those numbers last night. I had a few calls today from numbers not stored in my phone book and I felt very together and calm not answering them. It's great because I don't answer numbers I don't know (including private numbers) so I will never again know if one of the useless men calls me. And, if they are positively desperate to get in touch with me then they can leave a message or send me a text and I can decide if I ever want to reply. Other than that I'll never speak to them again (apart from to say "hi" if I bump into any of them). God I love it when my brain kicks in and I gain control of myself!
I'm going to sit and watch Friends now with Lauren. Then we might really go wild and watch X Factor! It's a laugh a minute at my house! Ha ha. Seriously though, I am feeling a lot calmer today and better than I've felt all week. That said I've taken a load of St John's wort and iron tablets (both are meant to make you feel good!). I'm still craving a man to cuddle at night but the urge isn't so strong that I will go out and pull the first one that pays me any attention. I'm being a good girl and I'm going to wait for someone really special. Boring but true. I really have had enough of all the messers and I've had enough of not being truly appreciated. If I do decide to use a man for fun in the future then use him is exactly what I'll do. I'll tie him up, gag him and force him to do everything I want. I won't even want him to speak. I'll treat him like a human dildo and get as mush out of his body as I can. Other than that I'm not interested in hearing anything a man has to say. Unless he can shut up and get on with some proper action then he'll be wasting his time talking to me. I will never again believe a man's stupid lines and I will never let myself be fooled into thinking that he actually cares about me. I don't care what he does for a living; I don't care what his views are on any given subject. I don't want to hear nonsense about being 'scared' or 'in love with another gir'l or 'not wanting anything too heavy' or even how 'beautiful or sexy' I am. All I want is a man to show me a good time and then get the Hell out of my house (until next time). I don't need conversation; I've got friends for that. I don't need love; I've got family for that. I don't even need cuddles; I've got Paddy and Lyla for that. All I need is the use of a man's private parts (and possibly someone on the end of them that knows how to use them - although that's not essential cos these things can always be taught!). Any offers?!
If I was going to place a lonely hearts add it would go something like this:
Man needed for sex. No conversation, brain, humour or even thoughts required. Must have working c*ck (preferably over 6 inches worth).
Simple. Job done. On that note I am going to watch some quality TV and put my feet up. I've got fresh fruit for dinner and a chocolate mousse for desert. Since I don't want my sexy underwear to go to waste I have decided to go and put it on for Lauren. I'm going to spend the rest of the night sitting on the sofa wearing nothing but a rubber bra and pair of see-through knickers. I just hope the next door neighbours don't come knocking for a cup of sugar or something! ha ha.
Have a great weekend! Lots of love
Jodie xxxxx
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