Even if it was just a paintballing one... it was scary. Me + violence do not mix. Yesterday was one of those days in history you just have to document... for better... or for worse... On Tuesday one of my cats, Rosie, went missing... Its so unlike her and I was left feeling exactly the same as I have only felt once before in my life. (Shows a sign saying 'flashback') I was around 5 and went to the supermarket with my Dad... I got lost for the first time in my life and totally distraught, found myself wandering up and down the isles searching for him... Imagine an old episode of Scooby Doo when they're chasing the baddy and they continuously pass the same things whilst running - meat, salad, flour, meat, salad, flour... You get the picture. Whe I did eventually find my Dad I was overwhelmed.. 'Daddy... where were you?!!! Sniff sniff...' He didn't seem too scared, like I'd been right there all along!! Well... I felt like THAT when Rosie didn't come back. To cut a very long story short, I made the dreaded 'missing' posters on my Mac and printed them off with extra dismay. Coco and I went on a Friday night delivery screaming her name at the top of our lungs whilst posting through letterboxes and annoying people trying to watch Friday night [shit] TV. Here's a cute pic oF Rosie so you can feel my distress... So... that same night we sped off down the motorway to Crawley for paintballing (yay!) I'd never been before and beans had won a voucher on the radio! Woop! After many people dropping out at the last moment we were down to nine. We arrived at the crack of bird poo ready to shoot some paint, got kitted up and met the other teams etc... the first few rounds were great and I actually only got hit twice... [no bruises yet but not holding my breath...] Aside from wearing a boiler suit that was clearly made for King Kong, I felt like Kim Possible and found myself getting into it a bit too much. After our fun games and subsequently, once things started getting more heated between the reds and blacks, I noticed one guy looking particularly pissed off. He was with the team of Chavs that had arrived earlier in their suped-up Turquoise Clio - not generalising here at all. We were playing a game where the aim is to capture a flag placed in the centre of the woods and take it back to the aponents base without being shot... One of the main rules of the game was to raise you hand up if you were shot out so people wouldn't continue to shoot you. [It hurts like a bitch after all] 'Stupid Nutter' as I've decided his name will be, didn't do this but instead carried on running towards our base with the flag and of course... everyone kept shooting him. THIS SENT HIM CRAZY. Its amazing how a human can completely switch in two seconds... I shouted to him to put his hands up as people couldn't hear him shouting stop... he then hurled abuse at me, squared up to me and threw his gun at me... he then did the same to Cocobean leaving us both crying, quivering wrecks! We managed after two attempts to ge him kicked off the course and hopefully returned to Broadmoor. This same day I received a text from a number saying they thought they had seen Rosie. [HEARTLEAP] I drove past the street on my way home but nothing... I then arrived back at home, did the obligatory shout and she hopped over the fence like she'd been away for an hour!!!!!!!!!!! 5 DAYS!!!!!!! Someone surely had seen my letter and checked their shed, garage or dustbin... BREATHE. She had a little scratch on her nose and has done nothing but sleep, eat and sleep some more. One more thing... Rosie coming back was such a dramatic event that I failed to notice an entire patio door had shattered... cue calling out the home insurance and having poor Mr Windows to drive from Croydon to secure my door. Piece of crap glass. I got him to quote me for a cat flap too though. [yay] Aside from this, I've met a few people this week who have enriched my life for the better, I've had positive rehearsals and been made to laugh lots. I've been so happy to discover the true meaning of friendship and all it brings. I've cried quite a lot this week... mostly to Disney songs and Stupid Nutter but I'm feeling fuller. I just watched The Only Way is Essex and was nearly blinded by boobs and ass. Though I'm not complaining. Now Secret Diary is on... I REALLY like Billie Piper in this - I think she has an amazing figure and is such a great Belle. Isn't it TOTALLY weird when you meet someone who is SO similar to you its freaky... this has happened to me recently. And wow. Earlier on I wanted cheese on toast... can't have my usual Marmite however as sadly, I've given it up for lent and its killing me... here was the result of me forgetting about the grill being on, followed by the usual result after trying again. I could have died. Wake up Kimbo!!! Next door are thumping around like a herd of elephants so I'll finish my rather moany and uninspiring evening blog with some lyrics from one of my all time favourite songs... have a great Sunday night. ALL MY LOVE, K xxx When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears And when she was happy, so was I, when she loved me. Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all Just she and I together, like it was meant to be And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her And I knew that she loved me. So the years went by, I stayed the same And she began to drift away, I was left alone Still I waited for the day, when she’d say "I will always love you." Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way, She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do, Like she loved me, when she loved me When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful, Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart When she loved me. -------------------------XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX--------------------------
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