whats that grandma?

so, I'm not so skeptical anymore, I calmed down and everything has been fine.

Meeting parents are scary.... especially when you've been told that you will not meet THE family and WOOPS, before you know it you are sitting in someones livingroom having a chat.


Heck that was two weeks ago and I kinda doubt I'll ever meet his mom again, gosh, the day after I met the mom I met the big-brother as well... They seem like nice ppl though, good for him.

I really don't have anything to write about, ever since I slowed down the partying, Not much is happening. I got my act together and now the title of this blog seems a bit of... I'm no longer the hopelessly shit faced ballerina.... I'm just the ballerina who falls flat on her face once or twice a day and makes an ass of herself. So I'm still kinda shit faced ;)

C'est La Vie

what the fuck is happening?

so lets talk about guys, lets do that. I think that this is one of the subjects one can never tire of. Why are some of them so dysfunctional? If I say something I mean it (like 9 out of 10 times, worst case scenario 8 out of 10) and yes, I'm talking about heavy duty shit here.

So If I agree on something with someone, then I tend to think that thats the way its gonna be/ or is, but NO I'm apparently mistaken. If we agree on something then it changes in a week or two, how on earth is one spoused to keep up with that. I'm a woman of my word, a deal is a deal... there really is no way around it. it is what it is.

right now I'm a lost, gloomy and skeptical puppy, walking around with my head down, but with wandering eyes looking for signs of shit and betrayal... and I really need to rectify this situation!

so I'm gonna go do that right now! It's my turn to come leaping out of someones left field and catch someone with their pants down.