I WANT BLOOD!!!!! (Perhaps yours?)

So - there is a development in the story regarding MC and Faceless Ugly Work Girl.

Saturday night just passed, went out with friends S and L and colleague (note: colleague not friend) PG. Had fabulous cocktails and above average dinner.

Now, it has become apparent to me that when S very kindly gave PG a lift home, she told him to keep it a secret from me but that MC is dating a dental nurse from The Institution. And apparently? "They're a good match."

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WHAT THE FUCK?????????

First of all, PG: How do you know they're a good match? You don't even know him. As a matter of fact - you don't even know me. So you shouldn't talk shit about things you have not a clue in your tiny little hollow head about.

Secondly: I am damned sick and tired of your gossiping about me. Build a bridge and get over yourself and stop spreading shit about other people.

Thirdly: If you show your smug face in front of me again and fake a smile and cordiality, I may just hit you so hard you have to stick your toothbrush up your absolutely uptight arse to brush your teeth.

*ahhhh that feels better*

And for the record -no they are not dating.

Fuck fiction.

That's FACT.

SAVING THE WORLD, ONE STITCH AT A TIME...

It all started a few weeks ago...

Long time friend Mina asked me around to hang out at her house - what has quickly become a Sunday tradition. "Help me do some knitting," she implored.

(Yes. Yes. I know what you're thinking. We're in our 20's and we knit. We must be sad and pathetic.)

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(You're probably right.)

I arrived, an array of knitting needles on hand. (Yes, I have an array. A collection if you will.) I cast on, (32 stitches) and the work began.

Now, a sensible person would have enquired as to why they were spending a Sunday helping a dear friend knit. This notion didn't take me until the project was underway. Apparently, the few lines of cheap, acrylic yarn (classy) on my needle was something of a noble notion. It was charity. It was giving. It was a knitted rug for World Vision to be sent to Mongolia.

I scoffed at this project. Belittled it. It was going to end up looking like it came from a third world country. And it's my understanding that these Mongolians can sew and embroider exquisitely. Why not buy them a Bond's doona? It's Australian, it provides warmth and the people receiving it won't be inclined to either laugh or feign gratitude. And to add insult to injury, the rug has a deadline. Speaking of which...

I had better stop blogging.

I had better get back to knitting.

GO AHEAD CALLER, YOU'RE ON THE AIR...

Spent today with lovely married friends, M and T.

Interesting news: M and T met up with large group of friends, including ex-boyfriend of 5 years, estranged for 10 months- MC

M: "I don't know how to tell you this, but we all went out for dinner last Thursday night and MC brought a girl with him..."

Me: (Bastard! Heartless BASTARD!!) "Oh really? Good for him."

M: "I asked him if he was dating her, and he insisted no, they were just friends...and besides, there's no competition - I don't say this about alot of people but...well...she was pretty ugly."

Me: (Hahahahah!) "Ah well, I don't really care if he's dating again. He's either going to meet a girl that makes him grow up, or he's going to screw her head around too."

M: "I really don't think he's dating her. She's from his work and they had something that they had to do together that afternoon and then he just brought her along. They didn't even speak to each other much all night. And as I said, she's no competition for you anyway. He's an idiot."

Me: (Yes, yes he is...yes...he...is...) "I baked you guys a chocolate banana bread."

I like to bake. It makes the house smell nice.

As for MC? I don't think he's dating Faceless Ugly Work Girl...He said to me only 2 weeks ago that he was happy, he was going out all the time and that he "liked quite a few girls". He said to M that he hardly ever went out, wasn't interested in anybody and spent most of the time at home - that he spends most of his time just working.

Will the real MC please stand up (and be a man)?