The Truth Hurts.. Some People.

I'm quite pissed off at the moment.

A friend recently posted a photo on a website and asked people if they liked her outfit.

To be honest, I found it unflattering. She has been on a diet recently and is starting to look really good but the outfit did nothing for her. In fact it made her arms look really big, her boobs look non existent and her body look like she had no shape. Plus it dragged on the ground.

It was a nice colour, nice design, completely overpriced and is something I would wear if I was in my late 30's. No scratch that, I would wear it in my 50's to look polished and glamorous.

The reason it's such a big deal to me is that she is barely in her early 20's. Yeah, she can afford it but just because you can afford something doesn't mean that you shouldn't go for something less expensive that looks ten times better on you. Or even just as expensive that looks ten times better on you.

I told her I thought it was nice but that I thought she could find something with more of a jaw dropping and stunning factor. I wasn't about to tell her what I just told you because that would be rude and uncalled for, but now I'm over it and I'm telling it how it is.

She responded with the fact that the event she was going to was just a party with a formal dress code so it was no big deal and she had already bought the dress.

I didn't bother replying. If she liked it and it was what she chose, then good for her. I hope it makes her feel beautiful, sexy and every other positive and confident emotion out there. Then another one of her friends said it looked more appropriate for a wedding and that she should have chosen something else.

That really got her back up about it and she had a bit of a bitchy reply and then it started.. Her family started leaving comments about how "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all." "Her family will be at this party judging the dress and we think it's beautiful." and then her fake ass friend started having her two cents, which turned more into a bank-full of cents because she went right off the planet doing the whole "She can afford it, you should be happy and not trying to put her down."

So what was a friend innocently telling another friend their honest and CENSORED opinion, turned into a "You're not a real friend." "If she wanted your opinion she would have invited you to go shopping but she didn't so keep your opinion to yourself."

All of those comments coming from a girl who is the fakest person I've met in my life. And while I'm aware that the word "fakest" doesn't exist, there is not other word I want to use because my grandparents read this blog. Haha.

This girl would crawl so far up your ass that you wouldn't need to watch what you eat because it would be going into your mouth but down her throat and into her stomach. Ya dig?

This is a girl who asks you to order her a meal at Nandos and then walks away to "send a text message" so that you're stuck with the bill. Or asks if you want to tag along while she goes shopping and then wants you to put petrol in her car. Or she asks if you want to go shopping, drives to your house then expects you to drive from there.

These are just some of the things my friend has told me about this girl. It makes me want to punch her in the head and now this USER and tightass is telling me that I'm a bad friend? Mate..

I really hate certain parts of the internet.

From now on I'm going to keep my opinion to myself. I really cant be bothered with the argument.. But then again, if you don't want my opinion - DON'T ASK FOR IT. And if my opinion isn't something you want to hear, at least appreciate my honesty and don't let your guard dog try and bite my head off.

Did I mention that the chick having a go at me helped my friend choose the dress I hated? No wonder she was so angry that I didn't like it ;)

When Does The Bad Outweigh The Good?

When do you reach that point when enough is enough with a close friend?

I recently relied on a friend for something important and when push came to shove, the important thing fell through. I understand that things happen and not everything always goes to plan but I cant help but think that in this instance, failure could have been avoided if my friend had cared a little more.

The fact that my friend thought it was no big deal that they let me down just made it worse. It was all,

"Well it's not my fault, I dunno why your getting so pee'd off with me. I helped you last week, remember?! It didn't happen today so deal with it!"

That is quickly becoming a pattern with this friend. As soon as you tell them they've done something wrong, or that they messed up, they get on the defensive and all of a sudden it's everyone's fault but their own.

I cant handle someone who doesn't take responsibility for their actions. I cant handle someone throwing things they've done for me in my face. I cant handle someone who gets defensive before you even open your mouth and I cant handle someone who doesn't give a shit which way a situation goes because the focus isn't on them.

It's called being self centred and/or selfish.

I am always a "When the good outweighs the bad" kinda person but with this friend I'm a bit lost. I have a lot of fun with them, they go out of their way to see me a lot and they have the same likes and dislikes as me (most of the time).

Despite all of that, my mum and brother never really understood why their was a connection between us. This friend is not like my previous mates but I dunno, most of the time it worked.

What do I do girls?

My Exclusive With Richard Gere.

Story Time

Tuesday night I went to our typical hang out place looking all types of messy. By messy I mean - hair up in a bun, barely any makeup, booty trackies and a jumper. Aaliya had called me out of nowhere and said that she was two minutes from my house. I ran outside (initially forgetting my bra) and jumped in the car, thinking we were only going for our standard McDonalds run.

When she told me that we were going to the cafe, I FREAKED. I re-did some of my makeup while she ran in to get a pack of ciggies and put my hair in a messy side bun to try and hide the micro bead extensions around my hairline.

We arrived at the cafe, walked in having all the confidence in the world (or at least pretended we did) and sat down at the table with our group. Everyone knows Richard Gere and I are seeing each other. He told me on the first date that he didn't like titles so he would never be the type of guy to ask me to be his girlfriend, it would just naturally happen (which I was ok with).

After being there for fifteen minutes, I looked over and seen Richard Gere (who I thought had recently barred me) walking in through the back door. I instantly shit bricks. I slumped down in my seat, covered my face and turned awkwardly towards Aaliya asking her to go outside for a cigarette. I of course don't smoke and stood outside in the freezing cold with her while we plotted my next move. She was all 'Put down your hair, whip that shit around' and I was all like 'Ok, gonna vomit. Give me the compact - o.m.g i look like hell in a hand basket.'

After a good five minutes of freaking out and freezing half to death, I walked back inside like an adult (once again, or at least pretending) and sat down at our table. Richard Gere was still at the bar ordering and talking to his friends. The only other girl who was sitting at our table is Richard Gere's 'best friend', who we will call Green Tree Snake. The first time we met her, Aaliya said she is a green tree snake because they can camouflage themselves and blend in to any environment as they slither around.

Anyway, Green Tree Snake slithered forward on the seat, lent over Aaliya and said "It's better this way anyway. You two aren't good for each other. He told me after your first date that you meant nothing to him and that it was just casual and that he told you that you weren't ever going to be his girlfriend."

Hold on, back the f**k up.. He said WHAT?! I was angry, upset, annoyed, devastated andembarrassed. That little bitch just said all of that to me in front of everyone sitting at our table. A million thoughts raced through my head 'But we talked about the fact were exclusive.. But he said he didn't mind waiting a year for my hair to grow long (because he doesn't like extensions) But he said it would just NATURALLY HAPPEN that we would be a couple' then the thoughts followed 'So everyone here thought I was just his young skank? I played the fool? I believed him?!'

I leaned forward and I said "No, he told me *etc etc etc*" and she said "Wallah (which is I swear to God in Arabic) he said that to me. I'm only telling you because your a nice girl and I think of you as a friend now. Iraqi guys are all liars, trust me I know. He just told you whatever you wanted to hear."

I felt myself crumbling.. How did it come to this? I looked at all the people on my table as I said.. "So I'm meant to just sit here and pretend that everything is ok? Well I can't do it.. (face changes as I'm about to cry) (voice cracks) I just can't do it!"

I got up, ran straight past Richard Gere, straight past the sixty other people in the cafe, the three owners, the six staff members and into the back exit where I stood and cried for about three minutes straight, holding my mouth to muffle the noise the whole time.

Aaliya soon followed and as we headed for the car I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.
"Richard Gere"
I didn't answer so he sent a message
"Hello Darling, did you leave because you don't want to sit with me?"
As soon as he sent me that message, I realized he had no idea what had just happened. I didn't want to answer that message so Aaliya called him back "Yes, this is Aaliya, I'm pissed off and Anastasia is upset because of what your friend just told her that you said about her!"
He RAN - literally RAN outside to see what was happening. When I told him about what Green Tree Snake said, he couldn't believe it.

In the end, Aaliya called her outside and we had it out.
He told her that she took one word and make a complete story out of it and that it was NOT what he said or what he meant. He explained that he doesn't like titles and that just because were not 'boyfriend girlfriend' doesn't meant that were not together like normal couples.

She tried to blame it on the fact that she doesn't know how to explain herself properly but I knew she was vicious from the first time I met her.

Richard Gere made her apologize, but I left before she opened her mouth. I didn't need another lie to come out of her mouth so I got Aaliya to drive me home.

I had no idea what was happening between Richard Gere and I. All I knew was that he did not say those things, that he held my hand the whole time I had it out with his friend and that he kissed me goodnight.

I spent Wednesday night worrying that the damage had already been done and that maybe he was going to back away from me, thinking that drama just followed.

I was so over the moon last night when Richard Gere came to my house and we talked it out. He told me that he is scared - the words were "Wallah I'm scared that I'll never want to leave you. I'm scared because your the perfect woman and I want to stay with you."

So we agreed - were exclusive.

He is going to a wedding tonight so I'm flying solo but tomorrow night he is taking me to one of his friends birthday party. We are going as a couple.

Tomorrow night is a massive night for me. It is my first night going back to the cafe where everyone seen me cry just a few days ago. It is the first time I will be faced with the Green Tree Snake since she humiliated me in front of everyone at that cafe and it is the first night that I will be walking in there on the arm of my Richard Gere.

So the pressure is really on. All of those thoughts running around my head and all I can think is;

WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR?!

Give A Dog A Bone..

I love blogging.

I love sharing my life with random women across the world. Even if I'm ranting, sooking, laughing or bored.. It makes my day when I see the words
"You're blog post published successfully!"

After one of my typical life stories, I received a comment from a beautiful girl/woman named Laur. She said that she had just been on a date with a guy who told her that she needed to 'lose a few' and that my post really brightened her day (not an exact quote but pretty similar).


After reading her comment, I was so angry! I mean LOOK at how GORGEOUS SHE IS!
I started thinking that the only thing she needs to lose was a guy like that! I honestly took it so much to heart that I felt like one of my close friends had just called me on the phone to say that some idiot told her to lose weight!!

I am really glad she told me that my words helped her even in the smallest because that is really what blogging should be about.. It made me realize that reading someones blog is like reading their diary or like being a part of their life and the same goes for the insight you give me into your own lives whenever you comment on my posts.

Ugh, still so mad..

Here's to Laur and every other girl out there who has been told they're not 'PERFECT' by some dickless little boy.

Only a dog likes bones because a real man likes meat.

Read her blog - she's stunning.

xxx

Being The Third Wheel.

Am I the only one in the world who gets territorial over their friends?

I've had a certain guy mate for years and it really tweaks my melon that after I introduced the him to my girlfriend, he started talking to my her behind my back, meeting up with her without me and tonight he invited us to a party by calling HER, not me.

It's like the last six years of friendship goes out the window and doesn't mean jack sh!t.
It's like all of a sudden I'm the third wheel!

Suddenly I'm the last to know about my own friends hotel party and the only reason I found out he was even having one was because he CALLED MY FRIEND to ask us to come past.

I don't like to swear but WHAT THE F**K IS HAPPENING HERE?!

And it's not like they're hooking up but honestly, those actions just makes me want to rip someone a new a-hole.

I was so angry that I instantly went and deleted him off Facebook.

Stuff that. It's like, I've had your back for six years and you choose to call my girlfriend and tell her to bring me along? I don't think so mate.

This is 2011 and I'm not taking shit from ANYONE.