(Planet Me)
Sunday, August 12, 2007

I've been up three hours. Not managed to get anything done so far. Well, that's kind of a lie. I've eaten breakfast and washed my hair and done the washing up, and taken Xander to the garage where I bought him chocolate. I've done some reading and bought the Sunday Papers.

I'm watching High Fidelity. I want to sit down all of the women who I've ever slept with, and get them to.. ins ome way... understand. A record never broke my heart. A record never treated me like shit. A record never left me. A record never slept with another man.

"No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than sex you are having with Ian... in my head."

Jealousy is an ugly thing. Knowing that someone else's paws are on the woman you love. Everyone's been there at some point. Your heart feels as if it belongs somewhere. And it feels like the song : I could be so good for you. As if ... as if you know that you deserve this woman so much more than he does because you know the things he never could and make her smile in a way he would never know how to.

Oh boy, haven't we all been there?

The film brought back a lot of memories.

*earworms theme tune from minder*

sighs in despair...
High Fidelity.. Now there's a book I need to read again (or a movie I need to watch again).

Nothing and no-one comes between me and my music. Music is what kept me going at the worst times and what expressed things I couldn't express.

And seriously, there's nothing better in this world than to listen to What Do I Have To Do by Stabbing Westward when you've been dumped by the person you cared most about in your life ever.
Thank you, Mark. Now I have Dennis Bloody Waterman singing in my head.

What did I do to deserve that, eh? Eh??
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