Sex

I found out his name was Vinny, quite fitting I thought. I remembered him with a big white beard.  At first I thought he was harmless because his boots were so clean, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me nervous. His cheeks burned with secrets, that I’m sure I would have find if I had followed him this morning. Luckily I was in a rush to get the meat for lunch.

Quinque

Dear prick that swerved into the puddle. I have decided to forgive you, but only because I can think of better things to do with my time than hold on to a grudge. 

Quattuor

So I’ve been in bed all day today, people have come and gone. This feels like the beginning of another bed bound bender. There’s a smell coming from the corner of the room, which means George needs me, but I don’t feel like I can help anyone else when I can’t even help myself. I won’t go there again, I must get up tomorrow! The world doesn’t stop turning when I say it should. Memories are keeping me going. I’ve found a few.

Tria

I went out with Sam today and at first Toby wouldn’t leave us alone. I didn’t mind too much as I’ve been wanting to see Toby for a while, I like Toby a lot. He smiled at me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I walked past him later on, but by then other people had got his attention. I’ve never said aloud what I’m about to write, but I need to get it out somehow and I just know if I told anyone that I know,  there would be a scandal.

I met Toby alone one day, we had organised it the day before when I had bumped into him by chance. We met that day in a hotel, it wasn’t a very nice hotel. The walls were brown, but I’m not sure that they’d always been that colour. He took me to a room on the second floor. He seemed different that day, he didn’t look me in the eyes very much. Once we were inside the room he started kissing me on the cheek. I was excited, but it all seemed so very out of the blue. Toby had never shown any interest in me what-so-ever. I laughed nervously, and he stopped. He scowled at me and I could have died, right there on the spot. I felt so embarrassed and unsophisticated. An amazing man had invited me to a hotel room for what seemed to be turning into an encounter of pure love and passion and I was giggling like an uncomfortable adolescent! He had a look on his face of disgust. He pushed me face first onto the bed and told me to be quiet. I was shocked, but I couldn’t say that I wasn’t turned on by how assertive he was being. I did everything he told me to do for the rest of that afternoon. And when it was over he got up and left. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since then, until today. 

Duo

They stood there as if they wanted to be let in, the nasty little shit bags wouldn’t shut up. They didn’t know that I was there, but I’d been following them all day. Am I lonely? I definitely don’t want them to let me in!

They walk around swearing and eating, swearing and eating. I overheard them moaning about something. They were annoying me, but there was something about the way they interacted that I found interesting. I felt like David Attenborough. Those fat fucks.

Unum

I have been depressed all day. I should really get out of this bed, but that would mean facing up to what has to be done. I saw Jess yesterday, she always seems so free. I never know what to say to her. Sometimes she looks at me, but half the time I can’t catch her eye, even if I did would I really know how to approach her? I haven’t always felt like this, I used to have so much belief in what I have to say. Now I doubt the simplest of things, like the way I smile at people. Do I really need to question everything so much?

Stranger Than Fiction

So here I am Penelope Schmogue, joining the masses and blogging!
I'm using this blog as a way of documenting my life, day to day. I always carry a camera, so my posts will be accompanied by a photograph. This blog will be my diary.