Last night I spoke to my friend Jennie. Jennie is one of my very favourites. Talking to her is like getting a massive hug, a shot of vodka, and a cupcake. She used to live in London, but moved back to Scotland a couple of years ago. Which is very sad news for London. And very sad news for me.
Anyway, yesterday I felt so down, I knew she was the person I wanted to moan at. We caught up right before bedtime (10pm for me, I’m practically geriatric).
We talked, and talked, and talked about my ex and how I feel about everything. We’ve had the conversations before. We’ll probably have them again. I cried. We laughed. We talked some more.
And finally Jennie said what I think we’ve all been thinking, “I want to poke him in the eyes! I want to poke him right in the eyes and I want to pinch the bit of skin under his upper arm. And his tattoo is sh**.”
Sometimes you can talk yourself in circles about being betrayed and rejected and the complexities of love and life and blah blah blah.
And sometimes you just need to hear that your friend would commit grievous bodily harm for you.
Pizza of Doom 
haha! My best friend does the same thing for me. Most days, I feel like she hates him more than I do. It’s fabulous how great your friends are.
As much as we don’t want to do it, sometimes the ‘hating’ and feeling venomously angry at them kinda helps a little with the grief!
I had a friend who used to say something similar, but a bit worse, “If he was here now, I’d jab him right in the throat!”
lol xD
Love the description of your friend btw. I need people like that in my life.
This is the greatest. Having friends that are like, (to quote you) “a massive hug, a shot of vodka, and a cupcake.” ❤
Yes, when it comes to friends, I’m the luckiest cat in the world. Blog buddies included. x