i'm currently working through all of my old GTP blogs, a month at a time. Anything I find worthy, I will post up here. This one made me chuckle. Enjoy!
I'll start today with a little news article, inspired by a board (bored?) post yesterday, where I said "achievement points will be the death of me..."
LOCAL BERK DEAD IN ACHIEVEMENT POINT FRENZY
Local idiot, Anthony Burdis, was last night tragically stabbed to death by what appears to be Xbox 360 achievement points. We understand that these addictive little buggers are lavished upon those stupid enough to play games for hours on end, just to hear the glorious "popping" sound when unlocked. Under the gamertag "BuckshotGeorge" (believed to be a homo-erotic homage to Saint George, Patron Saint of achievement points), Mr Burdis went about his daily business clocking up points like they were going out of fashion. Today, he played such guff as Surf's Up, Shrek the 3rd, King Kong, NBA2K6, and a variety of other titles giving out the points quick and fast. Unfortunately, after receiving 700 points in 7 hours after playing his 7th game of the evening, the amount of number 7's involved turned on the gaming fool, and being made of particularly sharp edges, shot at him in what has been described as "a frenzied, and numeric attack". It is understood that he mumbled the words "F*ckin Huey" before drifting away.....
Now that is a way to go out!!!
How can scientists put men on the moon, but they cannot make a toothpaste which protects your teeth for months at a time, thus cutting out the twice daily burden of brushing ones choppers???
If a man worked on the moon, would he be on permanent nightshift?
If I got a job as a pool cleaner, would I literally be out of my depth?
If people play fantasy games, and watch fantasy films, to escape from reality, what do people who watch reality TV escape from?
BuckshotGeorge factworld - I have always said that at my funeral, instead of being in a coffin, I would like to be strung up in front of the hearse, in what would be the world's largest, and possibly most macabre, puppet show that ever existed!
Some might see these reposts as lazy, I like to think of it as a tribute to my memories.
Sunday 1 August 2010
Old News...with BuckshotGeorge!!!
I have been in full-time work with the same employer for over 11 years. I started as a receptionist/admin assistant. For a young lad, the money was good and it certainly wasn't too stretching. It gave me time to write a few things. I would email them to my friends for their amusement. And just to be clear, in case anyone from my work reads this, they were all done during my lunch break (NOT when it was boring on reception).
One thing I worked on was called "The Book of Humiliation", a collection of stories from my life. Unfortunately I have misplaced them. I wrote another few pieces called "Newsance". Bearing in mind it was 2002 when written, I still think it stands up as a funny bit of nonsense. I found them when I moved house last year, and will re-type one out. There are 3 altogether. They are obviously heavily influenced by the TV work of Chris Morris, notably "The Day Today" and "Brasseye". If you've never seen it, definitely give it a go. Anyway, onward.....
DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS AN ABSOLUTE PACK OF LIES, THE FINEST WORK OF FICTION SINCE THE BIBLE. IT CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, NUDITY (WELL, NOT NUDITY), AND PLACES GRAPHIC IMAGES IN YOUR MIND OF FAMOUS PEOPLE WHO, LET'S BE HONEST, NEED TO BE TAKEN DOWN A NOTCH. IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, KINDLY GO FUCK YOURSELF.
One of my side-projects is surfing the internet for various news stories which I find interesting, relaying them in the hope that you find them interesting too. Like a big Fact Zeppelin I trawl the skies of reason, felching out the best newsbirds from around the Globe. I am the pilot. I will take you to another place. A place called NEWSANCE.
NEWSANCE - ISSUE 1 - 14 June 2002, 15:00
Hello you, and welcome to the first issue of your new bible. Chuck out that old rag you call the tabloid, clean your arse with the drivel you call a broadsheet, and pay attention.
The first article is from the website www.crabspoonfishwick.co.uk. It's a nice little site, and has a well-presented picture of Margaret Thatcher, William Hague, and a Mountain Goat. Think of it as a graphic 3-way anim-orgy.
BIBLE "AS MUCH USE AS SECOND HAND TOILET ROLL" SAYS CARDINAL
An amazing claim has emanated from the stomach of the Vatican today which is certain to leave the Catholic and Christian worlds in shattered piece-frags. Cardinal Roberto Butafuchio, after a meeting with The Pope, left the Vatican shouting about how he would "stab Jesus in the twat, and bash the Pope's arse til it was blue". And while getting in his car, mumbled he wanted "steak for tea, and a dog to kick around the house".
So what had taken place in the meeting. We at Crabspoon don't take Catholic disgrace lightly, so went looking for the Cardinal, determined to break the teeth of doubt from the mouth of truth.....with a toffee hammer.
Currently in hiding from the Vatican Mafia, we met at a secret hiding place, in Bristol. The interview was shocking and brought everyone involved to the point of defacation.
Crabspoon - So then Cardinal, what was that all about? The Vatican is in chaos. We've got priests around the world stabbing themselves with Crucifixes. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???
Cardinal - It's not my fault. They forced me into this position. I didn't want to do it. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!
Crab - Come on now Cardinal, pull yourself together. We've got church smashing in London, and a man in Leeds has just buggered and set fire to a nun. You will be blamed if we don't get answers!
Card - Ok, Ok. I'll talk. I would ask God to help me through, but there truth is.....there isn't a God. The man who lives in Heaven is actually a raving bender named Justin, and he's been botting people for years!
Crab - So really you're saying the Church is nothing but a cover up for Gay operations?
Card - Errmmmmmm
Crab - We'll take that as a yes! Thanks for talking to us.
after that shocking interview, we went to press. The facts below are just another shot of heroin, into the arm of justice. With each shot further condemning the Catholic Church.
FACT - A church in Beston-upon-Wells carries out Baptisms. FINE! But not when you find out that baby's head is splashed not by water, but by the jism of Christ's cock!
FACT - We bury our dead in the yeards of the church. But we didn't know til now that after dark Priests feast on the maggot-infested bodies of our since departed loved ones. They are then sold on the internet to Japanese Businessmen and told "they aren't dead, just a bit groggy".
FACT - Priests have 2 arms, just like me and you, and your cat. WROOOOOONNNNG!!! They have a third arm hidden beneath their tunic. It protrudes from the knee and is referred to as "God's Little Tickler", and is used to fondle an alter boy's bell-piece til they jub their liquid silk on the organ player's face!
With the Pope now in hiding, and the Church falling to pieces, we hope this is the final nail in the Crucifix of Christianity.
That was the finest article we found this week at Newsance, and the sort of calibre you can expect to find every week. We will bring your the truth, while the rest of the World will only bring you sodomised pigeons, carrying falsehood.
Other headlines found on our browser this week:
"MAN DRUNK ON JELLY-BEANS KILLS COW" The Sun
"USA IN FISH EXCREMENT WATER VIRUS" The Mirror
"ESTHER RANTZEN IN BIRTHGIVING GHOST TWAT SCANDAL" The People
"LOCAL MAN REPLACES LOLLYPOP IN CHILD'S HAND WITH TURD ON A STICK" The Lancashire Bibliophile
"TABLOIDS CLEAN YOUR ARSE BETTER THAN A KLEENEX MOIST TISSUE, CLAIMS EDITOR OF THE TIMES" The Independant
Join us again at Newsance as we try to govern the mad mistress that is News.
NOW GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND BEFORE I BASH YOU WITH A HORSES CHOPPER!
Needless to say, I was a bored and disturbed youngster...
One thing I worked on was called "The Book of Humiliation", a collection of stories from my life. Unfortunately I have misplaced them. I wrote another few pieces called "Newsance". Bearing in mind it was 2002 when written, I still think it stands up as a funny bit of nonsense. I found them when I moved house last year, and will re-type one out. There are 3 altogether. They are obviously heavily influenced by the TV work of Chris Morris, notably "The Day Today" and "Brasseye". If you've never seen it, definitely give it a go. Anyway, onward.....
DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS AN ABSOLUTE PACK OF LIES, THE FINEST WORK OF FICTION SINCE THE BIBLE. IT CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, NUDITY (WELL, NOT NUDITY), AND PLACES GRAPHIC IMAGES IN YOUR MIND OF FAMOUS PEOPLE WHO, LET'S BE HONEST, NEED TO BE TAKEN DOWN A NOTCH. IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, KINDLY GO FUCK YOURSELF.
One of my side-projects is surfing the internet for various news stories which I find interesting, relaying them in the hope that you find them interesting too. Like a big Fact Zeppelin I trawl the skies of reason, felching out the best newsbirds from around the Globe. I am the pilot. I will take you to another place. A place called NEWSANCE.
NEWSANCE - ISSUE 1 - 14 June 2002, 15:00
Hello you, and welcome to the first issue of your new bible. Chuck out that old rag you call the tabloid, clean your arse with the drivel you call a broadsheet, and pay attention.
The first article is from the website www.crabspoonfishwick.co.uk. It's a nice little site, and has a well-presented picture of Margaret Thatcher, William Hague, and a Mountain Goat. Think of it as a graphic 3-way anim-orgy.
BIBLE "AS MUCH USE AS SECOND HAND TOILET ROLL" SAYS CARDINAL
An amazing claim has emanated from the stomach of the Vatican today which is certain to leave the Catholic and Christian worlds in shattered piece-frags. Cardinal Roberto Butafuchio, after a meeting with The Pope, left the Vatican shouting about how he would "stab Jesus in the twat, and bash the Pope's arse til it was blue". And while getting in his car, mumbled he wanted "steak for tea, and a dog to kick around the house".
So what had taken place in the meeting. We at Crabspoon don't take Catholic disgrace lightly, so went looking for the Cardinal, determined to break the teeth of doubt from the mouth of truth.....with a toffee hammer.
Currently in hiding from the Vatican Mafia, we met at a secret hiding place, in Bristol. The interview was shocking and brought everyone involved to the point of defacation.
Crabspoon - So then Cardinal, what was that all about? The Vatican is in chaos. We've got priests around the world stabbing themselves with Crucifixes. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???
Cardinal - It's not my fault. They forced me into this position. I didn't want to do it. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!
Crab - Come on now Cardinal, pull yourself together. We've got church smashing in London, and a man in Leeds has just buggered and set fire to a nun. You will be blamed if we don't get answers!
Card - Ok, Ok. I'll talk. I would ask God to help me through, but there truth is.....there isn't a God. The man who lives in Heaven is actually a raving bender named Justin, and he's been botting people for years!
Crab - So really you're saying the Church is nothing but a cover up for Gay operations?
Card - Errmmmmmm
Crab - We'll take that as a yes! Thanks for talking to us.
after that shocking interview, we went to press. The facts below are just another shot of heroin, into the arm of justice. With each shot further condemning the Catholic Church.
FACT - A church in Beston-upon-Wells carries out Baptisms. FINE! But not when you find out that baby's head is splashed not by water, but by the jism of Christ's cock!
FACT - We bury our dead in the yeards of the church. But we didn't know til now that after dark Priests feast on the maggot-infested bodies of our since departed loved ones. They are then sold on the internet to Japanese Businessmen and told "they aren't dead, just a bit groggy".
FACT - Priests have 2 arms, just like me and you, and your cat. WROOOOOONNNNG!!! They have a third arm hidden beneath their tunic. It protrudes from the knee and is referred to as "God's Little Tickler", and is used to fondle an alter boy's bell-piece til they jub their liquid silk on the organ player's face!
With the Pope now in hiding, and the Church falling to pieces, we hope this is the final nail in the Crucifix of Christianity.
That was the finest article we found this week at Newsance, and the sort of calibre you can expect to find every week. We will bring your the truth, while the rest of the World will only bring you sodomised pigeons, carrying falsehood.
Other headlines found on our browser this week:
"MAN DRUNK ON JELLY-BEANS KILLS COW" The Sun
"USA IN FISH EXCREMENT WATER VIRUS" The Mirror
"ESTHER RANTZEN IN BIRTHGIVING GHOST TWAT SCANDAL" The People
"LOCAL MAN REPLACES LOLLYPOP IN CHILD'S HAND WITH TURD ON A STICK" The Lancashire Bibliophile
"TABLOIDS CLEAN YOUR ARSE BETTER THAN A KLEENEX MOIST TISSUE, CLAIMS EDITOR OF THE TIMES" The Independant
Join us again at Newsance as we try to govern the mad mistress that is News.
NOW GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND BEFORE I BASH YOU WITH A HORSES CHOPPER!
Needless to say, I was a bored and disturbed youngster...
Picture Perfect...with BuckshotGeorge!!!
It probably was taken without too much thought. From a camera phone. The bed behind her was a little messy, but in an endearing way. Her hair was pinned up, and you could just about see a couple of big beautiful blue eyes peering over the top of the camera
The dress was spectacular, off-white, green stems leading to vibrant pink and red flowers, matching the tone of her skin. It fit perfectly, hugging a 1960's style figure but slimmer (can you tell I've been watching a lot of Mad Men recently?). It went down to the knee, two dainty legs protruding from the bottom. The hips were possibly the best thing about the look. Not just because I have a little thing for hips, they just fit the dress so well. The kind you want to put your hands on while leaning in for a kiss. The bow tied around pulling in the waist only accentuated them further. The light from the window reflects off her right side, shining brilliantly, while the left side is very much shadowed. While appreciating the view you can't help feel that this dress and this girl were meant for each other, like two twins seperated at birth, if one of the twins was made out of material rather than skin and bone. A dress like this gives the impression that the girl is stylish, elegant, pretty. But a man knows there is something going on underneath, and they would sell their own grandmother to find out.
A perfect picture of a perfect girl. I slept well last night.
The dress was spectacular, off-white, green stems leading to vibrant pink and red flowers, matching the tone of her skin. It fit perfectly, hugging a 1960's style figure but slimmer (can you tell I've been watching a lot of Mad Men recently?). It went down to the knee, two dainty legs protruding from the bottom. The hips were possibly the best thing about the look. Not just because I have a little thing for hips, they just fit the dress so well. The kind you want to put your hands on while leaning in for a kiss. The bow tied around pulling in the waist only accentuated them further. The light from the window reflects off her right side, shining brilliantly, while the left side is very much shadowed. While appreciating the view you can't help feel that this dress and this girl were meant for each other, like two twins seperated at birth, if one of the twins was made out of material rather than skin and bone. A dress like this gives the impression that the girl is stylish, elegant, pretty. But a man knows there is something going on underneath, and they would sell their own grandmother to find out.
A perfect picture of a perfect girl. I slept well last night.
Friday 30 July 2010
Only If I Let It...with BuckshotGeorge!!!
I had been for a night out with friends in Sunderland. Although I've had many memorable nights there, most of which I can't remember, it's more than a little uncomfortable. Always has an edge to it, like the alcohol fuelled angry mob are just looking for an excuse to fight like dogs. Fortunately I'm always quite aware of such things and manage to avoid potential problems.
I went to a pizza takeaway for some greasy bait before heading to my taxi. As I opened the door to exit I walked straight into her. I instincitvely apologised before realising who it was. Fiona.
I got her number on my 22nd birthday. A day out which resulted in me being arrested for being too drunk, one of only two times I have fell foul of the law. On the 18th September we had our first date, a trip to the cinema. She wasn't amazingly attractive, and I found her more than a little annoying. But I persued regardless. Up until that point I wasn't particularly interested in a girlfriend. The 4 years prior had seen many, many nights out. Lots of drinks, lots of fun. And I'm a little ashamed now to say that I viewed women as just something to do after the nightclubs closed. I'm glad that my last 7, nearly 8 years have given me reason to treat them with a grand deal more respect. I can only explain it as she was in the right place at the right time. Or given how it ended, possibly the wrong place at the wrong time. We were together for 2 and a half years. We should've been together around 2 months. However with no real experience of a proper long term relationship I continued through the bickering and annoyance because I simply thought "this is it, this is how things must be". Our break up was nothing short of horrendous, alcohol again playing an active role (I should probably be banned from drinking, especially on all-day sessions), but that is definitely another story for another time.
A couple of hours after bumping into her that night, I got a series of text messages from a mutual "friend", which detailed how much happier she was without me, how my new girlfriend was a slut, and how her new boyfriend "wasn't happy with me". I'm intelligent enough to seperate truth from bullshit, and I simply laughed it off. But it goes to show what type of person she was. A good year or so later I bumped into her again, this time in a bar in Newcastle. I was having a great night, and after a brief moment of awkwardness, we got talking. I had grown up significantly since we split, which showed part of the way through our conversation when she asked "why do you speak all posh and use big words now". The thick fucker. You could tell, even after all that time, that she was still bitter about me, how I wasn't affected by our break up, but she showed a surprsing amount of class. Until later in the evening when she sent a friend over to me with the sole purpose of telling me that she had slept with one of my best friends after we broke up. Although shocked, I remained composed, and laughed it off. Again, it just went to show the person she was, which further clarified the reasons why I should never have been with her.
The whole reason I'm writing now is due to sleeping block. Which seems to cure my writer's block (not that I'm saying I am a writer, you understand). The reason I'm not sleeping is because there is something on my mind. Fiona let her bitterness get the better of her. Am I any better?
Instead of bitterness, I have insecurity. It seems to give me free reign to question everything about my life in a very negative way. It leads to my brain being full of potential consequences that are never going to happen. It mostly leads me to being extremely unhappy. Which results in a very "emo" blog, when really I should just be sleeping peacefully. The question is do I continue as I am, potentially ruining everything I have, and everything it could lead to in the future?
The answer is in my blog title.....
I went to a pizza takeaway for some greasy bait before heading to my taxi. As I opened the door to exit I walked straight into her. I instincitvely apologised before realising who it was. Fiona.
I got her number on my 22nd birthday. A day out which resulted in me being arrested for being too drunk, one of only two times I have fell foul of the law. On the 18th September we had our first date, a trip to the cinema. She wasn't amazingly attractive, and I found her more than a little annoying. But I persued regardless. Up until that point I wasn't particularly interested in a girlfriend. The 4 years prior had seen many, many nights out. Lots of drinks, lots of fun. And I'm a little ashamed now to say that I viewed women as just something to do after the nightclubs closed. I'm glad that my last 7, nearly 8 years have given me reason to treat them with a grand deal more respect. I can only explain it as she was in the right place at the right time. Or given how it ended, possibly the wrong place at the wrong time. We were together for 2 and a half years. We should've been together around 2 months. However with no real experience of a proper long term relationship I continued through the bickering and annoyance because I simply thought "this is it, this is how things must be". Our break up was nothing short of horrendous, alcohol again playing an active role (I should probably be banned from drinking, especially on all-day sessions), but that is definitely another story for another time.
A couple of hours after bumping into her that night, I got a series of text messages from a mutual "friend", which detailed how much happier she was without me, how my new girlfriend was a slut, and how her new boyfriend "wasn't happy with me". I'm intelligent enough to seperate truth from bullshit, and I simply laughed it off. But it goes to show what type of person she was. A good year or so later I bumped into her again, this time in a bar in Newcastle. I was having a great night, and after a brief moment of awkwardness, we got talking. I had grown up significantly since we split, which showed part of the way through our conversation when she asked "why do you speak all posh and use big words now". The thick fucker. You could tell, even after all that time, that she was still bitter about me, how I wasn't affected by our break up, but she showed a surprsing amount of class. Until later in the evening when she sent a friend over to me with the sole purpose of telling me that she had slept with one of my best friends after we broke up. Although shocked, I remained composed, and laughed it off. Again, it just went to show the person she was, which further clarified the reasons why I should never have been with her.
The whole reason I'm writing now is due to sleeping block. Which seems to cure my writer's block (not that I'm saying I am a writer, you understand). The reason I'm not sleeping is because there is something on my mind. Fiona let her bitterness get the better of her. Am I any better?
Instead of bitterness, I have insecurity. It seems to give me free reign to question everything about my life in a very negative way. It leads to my brain being full of potential consequences that are never going to happen. It mostly leads me to being extremely unhappy. Which results in a very "emo" blog, when really I should just be sleeping peacefully. The question is do I continue as I am, potentially ruining everything I have, and everything it could lead to in the future?
The answer is in my blog title.....
Thursday 29 July 2010
Fresh Eyes...with BuckshotGeorge!!!
So my drunken state and sheer laziness mean I will be re-posting an old blog. It's a good one though. Shows what a difference time can make...
Quite a few months ago, I broke up with my girlfriend, Jasmine (which reminds me, I must update my intro). We had been together 4 and a half years, but we had significant problems which weren;t getting any better. We were at a stage where we were going to move in together, but that would've only magnified the problems further. So I made a decision to end the relationship before it got to that point, as if we had taken that step, it would've been a whole lot messier.
It was a devastating experience, breaking the heart of someone you love. Watching their facial expression drop, and watching the tears fall, knowing that you are the cause of it. In spite of that, I felt that I was coping well. I'm a happy person, and dealt with it with a positive perspective, as I believed, and still do, that it was the right thing to do.
Over the last month or so, I've been thinking about her a lot. Wondering how she is, how her family is, just missing her, basically. This afternoon, after clearing my room, I found a shoebox filled with all the cards, notes, and letters she ever wrote to me. Experiences came to me from the times when I first read them, just flooded back in the best possible way. I looked up, and noticed that the montage of photos she made me for my birthday a few years ago is still up on the wall. I mean, I obviously knew it was there previously, but it had never made me think about why it was still there, months down the line after we split. I guess I'm just not ready to move on, just yet.
Even after all my thoughts of her today, I still believe I did the right thing. As much as I love her, she is going to have a better life without me, eventually.
So, as a quick fix, I would be much happier in a relationship. Having someone there to share your life, your experiences, someone to hold, and someone to hold you back, is a heart-warming feeling that cannot be matched. However, the whole complexity that comes with the relationship can lead to it's downfall. So, ultimately, I am happier being single. Being single means there are no constraints on your time. Money permitting, you can do what you like, when you like. Being single means that I will never have to disappoint my girlfriend ever again, and staying single will ensure that, while I may not have the overwhelming happiness of the love of my girlfriend, I don't have to go through the most unhappy experience of my life, ever again.
I wrote that last year. Although it still reads well and a lot of it is still true, there are things I would like to change...
It took a while to move on, even though I was the one doing the breaking, and I still believe it was the right thing to do. The more I look back on it, the more I know I did the right thing.
I have changed my mind about the last paragraph though. My year of being single has been great. I have great memories and it's been fun. but just because ending this relationship was awful does not mean I shouldnt try again. I believe I can be the best boyfriend in the World, and there was plenty of times with Jasmine when I wasn't. the opportunity to rectify my wrongs and do things differently, now that is something special. Finding someone who is far better suited to me than she ever was, that is something rare. Relationships don't have to fail. They can be amazing, and they can last. The failed relationships are just experience, enough to ensure we don;t make the same mistakes again. And the next time, it will work out. I believe this time, it will work out.
Goodnight.
Quite a few months ago, I broke up with my girlfriend, Jasmine (which reminds me, I must update my intro). We had been together 4 and a half years, but we had significant problems which weren;t getting any better. We were at a stage where we were going to move in together, but that would've only magnified the problems further. So I made a decision to end the relationship before it got to that point, as if we had taken that step, it would've been a whole lot messier.
It was a devastating experience, breaking the heart of someone you love. Watching their facial expression drop, and watching the tears fall, knowing that you are the cause of it. In spite of that, I felt that I was coping well. I'm a happy person, and dealt with it with a positive perspective, as I believed, and still do, that it was the right thing to do.
Over the last month or so, I've been thinking about her a lot. Wondering how she is, how her family is, just missing her, basically. This afternoon, after clearing my room, I found a shoebox filled with all the cards, notes, and letters she ever wrote to me. Experiences came to me from the times when I first read them, just flooded back in the best possible way. I looked up, and noticed that the montage of photos she made me for my birthday a few years ago is still up on the wall. I mean, I obviously knew it was there previously, but it had never made me think about why it was still there, months down the line after we split. I guess I'm just not ready to move on, just yet.
Even after all my thoughts of her today, I still believe I did the right thing. As much as I love her, she is going to have a better life without me, eventually.
So, as a quick fix, I would be much happier in a relationship. Having someone there to share your life, your experiences, someone to hold, and someone to hold you back, is a heart-warming feeling that cannot be matched. However, the whole complexity that comes with the relationship can lead to it's downfall. So, ultimately, I am happier being single. Being single means there are no constraints on your time. Money permitting, you can do what you like, when you like. Being single means that I will never have to disappoint my girlfriend ever again, and staying single will ensure that, while I may not have the overwhelming happiness of the love of my girlfriend, I don't have to go through the most unhappy experience of my life, ever again.
I wrote that last year. Although it still reads well and a lot of it is still true, there are things I would like to change...
It took a while to move on, even though I was the one doing the breaking, and I still believe it was the right thing to do. The more I look back on it, the more I know I did the right thing.
I have changed my mind about the last paragraph though. My year of being single has been great. I have great memories and it's been fun. but just because ending this relationship was awful does not mean I shouldnt try again. I believe I can be the best boyfriend in the World, and there was plenty of times with Jasmine when I wasn't. the opportunity to rectify my wrongs and do things differently, now that is something special. Finding someone who is far better suited to me than she ever was, that is something rare. Relationships don't have to fail. They can be amazing, and they can last. The failed relationships are just experience, enough to ensure we don;t make the same mistakes again. And the next time, it will work out. I believe this time, it will work out.
Goodnight.
Wednesday 28 July 2010
New Start...with BuckshotGeorgeX
People write blogs for a host of different reasons, and let's be honest here, it's very arrogant. We assume that our thoughts are so important that we post them to the World. It's ok, I'm the first to admit I can be very arrogant at times.
Personally, I write blogs because it helps. It amuses me. It amuses others.
I will be mostly just linking this to Twitter and Facebook. If you are my "friend" on there, Herro!
If you don't know me that well, here is a short description. It's mainly stolen from my GTP account intro (gamertagpics.com). Updated and tweaked slightly.
Hello you beautiful person, my name is BuckshotGeorge. You may call me Bucky. You may call me anything you want, as long as I can't hear you. A few interesting snippets about myself.....
My real name is Anthony. You may use that name if you wish, but doesn't Bucky just sound a little more fun? I think so too. A college lecturer once called me "Tony". It was amusing, but I didn't really like it. I got over it though, as the lecturer in question looks like Mrs Doubtfire.
I am currently 29 years old. That number goes up once a year, doesn't yours? I do not like the fact that I'm getting older, but I feel like every day I age, I become a better person. So there's a question: Do I wish to get younger, but be an idiot. Or grow old gracefully and be the World's greatest living person (in my own bedroom)???
I tread a fine line between self-appreciation and self-deprecation, self-loving and self-loathing, supreme confidence and crippling self-doubt.
I am in a new relationship. It's fun. Hopefully, one day it will progress to the following stages: I am in a relationship. I am in a loving relationship. I am engaged. I am married. I am a father. I am ready to shoot myself in the face as I'm now divorced, too old, fat, and weird to try again while my ex is ruining my life by moving on quickly and taking all my money and all I can see is darkness. Ok, maybe I don't want that last part. Think I'm kidding about it, it happens. Just ask my poor step-father.
I love my Xbox 360. I play whatever games I can. My favourites are music based games. Guitar Hero and Rock Band are the titles you will see me playing the most. In multiplayer, it's hard to get past Modern Warfare 2, although I much prefer a strong single player campaign, that is everything it can be, without suffering because some half baked multiplayer was added at the last minute. Look at Bioshock, Oblivion, and Fallout 3, which are perfect examples of single player greatness.
I love music. As you read this, I will be listening to something. A few of my favourite bands are Jimmy Eat World, Taking Back Sunday, Fightstar, McFly, Avenged Sevenfold, among many, many others. I also think Electrchoc from GTA4 is so good, it's like musical milkshake!
I love Milkshakes. I will pay any reasonable price, for a great Milkshake. However, what is reasonable to me, may not be to someone else. There is a new milkshake bar in Newcastle, near the Quayside. They put chocolate bars, milk, and ice cream in a blender. And it's the most amazing taste on earth.
I love other types of food as well. Eating out, and getting takeaways, and being a fatty fatty boom boom.
I love my friends on Xbox Live. I keep my friends list trim, as I like to keep in touch with them. Ever wonder why some people are on your friends list, and you can gain no answer? Then the're not really friends, but passers by. There's nothing wrong with that, but having a full friends list on Live is not a sign of popularity, it's more a sign of ignorance. I could mention many names of people on here and Live who I think are the greatest people in the World. But I would hate to miss anyone out and hurt their feelings. Girls and Boys from my friends list, I salute you.
I am on Facebook and Twitter. (@BuckshotGeorgeX), and here is probably your best chance of a response if you contact me (except for Xbox Live, and possibly a knock off quality soft porn I was in a few years back. It was called "The Man with the World's Smallest Penis")
Well, that was emotional.....anything else you require, I am at your service and only a message away.
BuckshotGeorge's Intro - updated today (if you're viewing this on Wednesday 28 July 2010, if not, add the amount of days and that's how long ago it was)
So that is it for now. Thanks to Y2Kevin for the inspiration.
Personally, I write blogs because it helps. It amuses me. It amuses others.
I will be mostly just linking this to Twitter and Facebook. If you are my "friend" on there, Herro!
If you don't know me that well, here is a short description. It's mainly stolen from my GTP account intro (gamertagpics.com). Updated and tweaked slightly.
Hello you beautiful person, my name is BuckshotGeorge. You may call me Bucky. You may call me anything you want, as long as I can't hear you. A few interesting snippets about myself.....
My real name is Anthony. You may use that name if you wish, but doesn't Bucky just sound a little more fun? I think so too. A college lecturer once called me "Tony". It was amusing, but I didn't really like it. I got over it though, as the lecturer in question looks like Mrs Doubtfire.
I am currently 29 years old. That number goes up once a year, doesn't yours? I do not like the fact that I'm getting older, but I feel like every day I age, I become a better person. So there's a question: Do I wish to get younger, but be an idiot. Or grow old gracefully and be the World's greatest living person (in my own bedroom)???
I tread a fine line between self-appreciation and self-deprecation, self-loving and self-loathing, supreme confidence and crippling self-doubt.
I am in a new relationship. It's fun. Hopefully, one day it will progress to the following stages: I am in a relationship. I am in a loving relationship. I am engaged. I am married. I am a father. I am ready to shoot myself in the face as I'm now divorced, too old, fat, and weird to try again while my ex is ruining my life by moving on quickly and taking all my money and all I can see is darkness. Ok, maybe I don't want that last part. Think I'm kidding about it, it happens. Just ask my poor step-father.
I love my Xbox 360. I play whatever games I can. My favourites are music based games. Guitar Hero and Rock Band are the titles you will see me playing the most. In multiplayer, it's hard to get past Modern Warfare 2, although I much prefer a strong single player campaign, that is everything it can be, without suffering because some half baked multiplayer was added at the last minute. Look at Bioshock, Oblivion, and Fallout 3, which are perfect examples of single player greatness.
I love music. As you read this, I will be listening to something. A few of my favourite bands are Jimmy Eat World, Taking Back Sunday, Fightstar, McFly, Avenged Sevenfold, among many, many others. I also think Electrchoc from GTA4 is so good, it's like musical milkshake!
I love Milkshakes. I will pay any reasonable price, for a great Milkshake. However, what is reasonable to me, may not be to someone else. There is a new milkshake bar in Newcastle, near the Quayside. They put chocolate bars, milk, and ice cream in a blender. And it's the most amazing taste on earth.
I love other types of food as well. Eating out, and getting takeaways, and being a fatty fatty boom boom.
I love my friends on Xbox Live. I keep my friends list trim, as I like to keep in touch with them. Ever wonder why some people are on your friends list, and you can gain no answer? Then the're not really friends, but passers by. There's nothing wrong with that, but having a full friends list on Live is not a sign of popularity, it's more a sign of ignorance. I could mention many names of people on here and Live who I think are the greatest people in the World. But I would hate to miss anyone out and hurt their feelings. Girls and Boys from my friends list, I salute you.
I am on Facebook and Twitter. (@BuckshotGeorgeX), and here is probably your best chance of a response if you contact me (except for Xbox Live, and possibly a knock off quality soft porn I was in a few years back. It was called "The Man with the World's Smallest Penis")
Well, that was emotional.....anything else you require, I am at your service and only a message away.
BuckshotGeorge's Intro - updated today (if you're viewing this on Wednesday 28 July 2010, if not, add the amount of days and that's how long ago it was)
So that is it for now. Thanks to Y2Kevin for the inspiration.
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