Pie's Thinkings

So. I have to move out of my flat in 2 months. 

Scary stuff. But I’m ok with it. New start and all. Had a wee panic about where I’d move to, but it’s all sorted now.

In-keeping with the ginger flatmate tradition I have opted to move in to the spare room of a boy I will call The Ginger. He has featured in my blog before, but I shan’t divulge that information. it will forever remain a mystery.

Next year will be all a change for Pie. But I’m ok with it. Change insights many possibilities for me. It’s all exciting! 

Christmas is the next big thing I’m spending it at Tall Boy’s parents. 

Now these two people are incredible. They have been married 35 years and you’d think they were still in their honeymoon period! They still snuggle and hold hands and you can just tell they totally adore each other. That’s what I want my marriage to be like. Forever. 

I feel so relaxed around Tall Boy’s family it’s crazy. I feel like I’ve been taken in as one of their own and it makes me feel fuzzy ^_^

So currently, while writing this, I am sitting on the kitchen floor fully clothed with my dressing-gown on, back against the washing machine. Why am I doing this? Well. You know cats have a weird thing about lying on warm things? They just get attracted to warm places? I’m kinda like that. I hate being cold so I go wherever is the warmest. As this moment it just so happened to be the washing machine. I was perched on front of the oven earlier. 

Well, that’s about it for today. 

The fridge is empty. 

I have a LOT of pokémon cards. They’re all in number order.

I have zombie slippers.

H-Tastic is going to do a makeover on me! Watch this space.

No don’t, it’s not for a while, I don’t want you sitting staring at my blog for a week.

Well, I do.

I don’t like mushrooms. They’re squidgy.

I like cheese toasties.

I also like confetti.

Confetti ^_^

Tall Boy turns in to a cat when I stroke his face. This amuses me.

He also dances a lot.

And he sleeps with his eyes open.

I think he might love me, but shh, don’t let on that you know.

Ork’s Parents are having a Tiddler boy! It’s all very exciting  

The washing machine is over and now I’m cold, so I’m going to find somewhere else warm to sit.

…

There’s no where…

I’m going to Ninja Panda’s tonight. It’s Panda-Pie night ^_^ 

Blog posting time.

Pie out x

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So today I decided to rip the shit out of some songs that I actually really like

Enjoy.

Rihanna – Rude Boy

I’m pretty sure this song is just about Rihanna being a big ho-bag…

“Come on rude boy, boy

Can you get it up Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough

Take it, take it

Baby, baby

Take it, take it

Love me, love me”

 

Is you big enough…? Bad grammar for a start… Is she just asking if this guy is big enough for her huge vag? That’s what it sounds like… Like waving a stick in a cave!

 

“Tonight I’mma let you be the captain

Tonight I’mma let you do your thing, yeah

Tonight I’mma let you be a rider

Giddy up Giddy up Giddy up, babe

Tonight I’mma let it be fire

 Tonight I’mma let you take me higher

Tonight Baby we can get it on, yeah we can get it on, yeah”

 

This verse is just her telling the dude he can take control for the night. Cheers, Rihanna

 

“Tonight I’mma give it to you harder

Tonight I’mma turn your body out

Relax Let me do it how I wanna

If you got it I need it

And I’mma put it down

Buckle up I’mma give it to you stronger

Hands up We can go a little longer

Tonight I’mma get a little crazy

Get a little crazy, baby”

 

Oh and the next night she takes over. Seems like a dominant one, that Rihanna.

 

“Take it, take it Baby, baby Take it, take it Love me, love me”

 

This is a dirty song!

 

 

Tinie Tempah – Written in the Stars

“Written in the stars, a million miles away

A message to the main ohhh

Seasons come and go but I will never change

And I’mon my waaaaayyy-eeee”

 

First of all I swear he was singing “a message to the mango”…

 

“Yeah, you listening now

They said they aint heard nothing like this in a while

Thats why they play my songs on so many different dials Cause i got more ??? than a disciplined child

So when they see me everybody baraaap baraaaap

Stunna like a young gun fully black balaaap

My criteria drops over the massive attack

I only make hits with like i work with a racket and bat

Look at my jacket and hat so damn bizurke

So down to earth im bringing gravity back

Adopted by the major i want my family back

People work hard just to get all their salary taxed

Look im just a writer from the ghetto like malary blackman[ where the hell is all the sanity at?]

I used to be kid the cared no one cared about Thats why you have to keep screaming till they hear you out”

 

Wut? Sometimes I think this guy just goes through words until they rhyme. Or makes up words if he can’t find rhyming ones.

 

“Yeah I needed a change

When we ate we never took cause we needed a change

I needed a break, for a sec i even gave up believing and prayin

I even done the legal stuff and was leaded astray

The say the money is the root the evilest ways

But have you ever been so hungry it keeps you awake

Now my hunger will leave them amazed (grey) Feels like a long time coming (flan)

Since the day i thought of that cunning plan!!!

One day i had a dream I tried to chase but i wasn’t goin nowhere, running man

I knew that maybe someday i would understand

Tryna change a tenner to a hundred grand

Everyones a kid that no one cares about

So you gotta scream till they hear you out!”

 

Ok. The words “grey” and “flan” are just what I think is being said… Sounds like he just put them in there to make it fit. Good times

 

 

Ne-Yo – Miss Independent

“cause she walk like a boss

talk like a boss

manicured nails to set the pedicure off

she’s fly effortlessly and she move like a boss

do what a boss do

she got me thinkin about getting involved

thats the kinda girl i need oh

theres somethin oh so sexy about

kinda woman that don’t even need my help

she said she got it she got it

no doubt there’s something about her

cause she work like a boss play like a boss

car and a crib she bout to pay em both off

and her bills are paid on time”

 

So, I know this song is supposed to be all nice to chicks and stuff, but when I listen to it I feel like The dude’s being patronising.

 

Well, that’s it for today.

Happy Halloween.

I’m dressing as a vulpix

“Every minute’s like an hour.
Every hour’s like a day.
Every day lasts forever.
But what else am I gunna do?
I’d wait forever and a day for you!”

So… *quick calculation* 
You’d wait a whole… 25 hours for me… Gee, thanks JLS…

I make so many of the same spelling mistakes on my iPhone that it’s now started saving them as words… Thanks iPhone…

I had a dream that I smashed my iPhone in a supermarket… Woke up and was so relieved. I’ve had it for 8 months and not a scratch… 2 days later, I’m in a supermarket, drop my iPhone and smash it… True story.

I also dreamt that my rat, Mango dislocated his tail and when I tried  to take him to the vet where Ork’s Mum works, things kept getting in the way. So I took him to another vet and instead of fixing him, they turned him in to sushi…

Ork’s parents are having a Tiddler of their own!! She has a little baby bump and everything! They find out soon if it’s a girl or boy, naturally Ork’s Mum wants a girly and Ork’s Dad wants a boy. Don’t tell them I said this, but I think they’re just happy to be pregnant

Tall Boy: “I was just about to say I love you but it doesn’t feel enough anymore. I hefalump you.”

Things are going spiffingly well with Tall Boy ^_^ 

Did I ever write about Norma? 
(Norma doesn’t get a blog code name, because she’s far too legendary) She worked in my shop for 15 years and retired last week! It’s a great loss She said some outrageous things. Here are but a few:

“I’m a simple cunt-
try woman.”

“It’s a cold as a witch’s tit out there!”

My makeover is holding. Just. I put a blue bit in my hair. Hey I need some colour! 

I love my job so much I’m in my 7th week now! Which is why I’ve been lacking in the blogging. My head is full of shop just now, it’s pretty much non-stop stress, but I love it The shop is getting a refit next week! It’s going to look amazing There’s a stocktake on Wednesday. That means a heap of men come in and count every single bit of stock we have! It’s a busy day!

I went to bed at half past seven last night. Hence why I’m awake at 3:15am writing this blog… In 3 hours I have to get up for work. So I should prolly go back to sleep now!

Pie out x

I’ve always had a hard time prioritising. I have this problem with wasting time. If I have to wait for one thing to happen then I might as well do something else while I’m waiting. 

I have most trouble with this at work, I list all the things I need to do and instead of just doing them one by one, I freak out as to which needs done first. Chances are it will all need to be done by the end of my shift, so no prioritising will need doing, but I’ll still get in a tizzy about it.

In my head I have ongoing lists. Just stuff that needs doing, but in my head the lists automatically rearrange themselves. Which means I am constantly deciding what needs done next. This can be as simple as stopping in the middle of cooking cos the washing machine is finished and in my head list washing is higher up than cooking. So whatever is most important will happen there and then. Which is why I sometimes stop talking mid-conversation and get distracted with something else. The something else will be higher up in my head list than conversing. 

It doesn’t help either that I have an extremely short attention span. It has been noted that I leave things half done because if I lose attention of it for a second I forget I was doing it. I often walk past something at work and think “why is that there?” and remember I was putting it away 2 hours ago. 

I once took a fit at Helen the printer cos she printed something.
Pie: “Why are you printing?! I didn’t ask you to print!!!”
I took the bit of paper and realised it was the goods received note for the sandwiches I’d been doing, but I’d gotten distracted by an email I’d received from my boss.  

I have an explanation for everything. I’m not a bad person, I’m just a bit dopey. But when I’m made to feel bad because of my annoying traits, I’ll defend myself to the death. It’s like when someone disses your little sister, only you are allowed to do it, anyone else will be slain. I’ve grown to like myself over the years and all the bad things about me aren’t half as bad as the way I used to be. I kinda considered the annoying things I do might be cute. But alas, they are just annoying. 

Blogging is my way of venting. So don’t be surprised if you piss me off that there happens to be a new entry in Pie’s Thinkings defending the crap out of myself.

I know I’m not good enough, but I’ll try my damned hardest to be.

Pie out.

I had a life I enjoyed. I was quirky and alternative. I have pink hair and over 80 piercings. 

But I think it’s time to grow up. I’m now manager at my shop. Ninja Panda left to run a toy store (I know, right? Total cool). 

I think I need to finally grow out of my crazy life stage and become an adult.

I’m not too happy about this, but I know it needs to be done. I’m going to dye my hair a normal colour and painstakingly take out the piercings that I don’t full on love. 

Managers shouldn’t look like 17 year olds. I’m an adult and I have been for four years. So I really need to do something about my appearance. 

I can still be Pie without my pink hair, it’ll just be weird without it. I wanted to prove to people that I can be professional AND have pink hair and piercings, but I guess the time has come to give in to society and it’s vision of normality. 

I love my job more than anything and I don’t want to jeopardise it in any way. I’m the youngest manager of the shops in my city and that’s bad enough without people looking down on me for the way I look. 

The only thing I can’t change is the way I dress. Pink hair needs to be maintained, it takes effort, but my dress sense can’t change. I like fashion and whatnot, but I don’t think about what I wear on a day to day basis. I wear my uniform at work of course, but my casual wear is just baggy jeans and a hoodie. I’m comfortable in this. I don’t want to change this.

I should be all upbeat and positive about my makeover, but I can’t seem to get excited. I’ve always been about the natural, not trying, and being yourself, but sometimes that just isn’t good enough. 

There are two people.
One is very well respected and knows it inside out.
The Other is new and still learning it.
A big mistake is made by the two people.
One sorts it all out.
The Other sorts it all out.
The big mistake gets back to the boss.
One gets a pat on the back because they know it all.
The Other gets looked down upon because they’re new.
Same mistake.
Different people.
Different circumstances.

I’ve worked very hard to get where I am. I used to be very confused about who I was and where I was going in life. 

I used to be a sad and confused wee girl. And I wasn’t Pie back then. Just an unhappy girlypants. 

I just didn’t know who I was. Part of that was because I was always attached to someone. I was always part of a couple and I never got to grow in to myself.

I didn’t particularly like the person I used to be. In fact I pretty much hated her. Which was pretty frustrating. 

I don’t want to sound depressing or anything, because I managed to get to this point. Where I am now so happy and comfortable with myself.

But looking back at the person I used to be, it hurts. I was an awful awful person. I put the boys I was with through hell. With my constant neediness and ridiculous mood swings, I was a terrible girlfriend.

I’m not impressed by who I was and I’m certainly not proud of it. But what I am proud of is that I managed to change it, grow in to the person I am now. And I love this life!

I never understood why any boy stuck by me. I’d snap at stupid things and go into moods for no reason. I got frighteningly jealous. I just didn’t get why anyone would want to stay with someone like that.

But I’m starting to understand. When you really fall for someone all those annoying things they do start to become funny and tolerable. It seems like you are willing to put up with the crap just to be in the happy spazztastic times. 

But the most painful thing of all is when you know that the person you hate so much, that person you used to be, the person who makes you feel sick when you think about them, that the person you worked so hard to get rid of, bothers the one person you truly care about.