My Stevie's home. It's wonderful. And he spoilt me so much with an awesome little iPod and some Puma shoes - I am such a lucky girl.
Wonderwall - he bough the new Coldplay CD.
My stalker, who is also a friend of mine when he relaxes and doesn't get all hectic on the odd occasion, is rather bleak that Steve's back in town. What's interesting is that he first whined about the fact that I don't fancy him to the point of complete irritation, but has sinced changed his strategy. Instead of putting on puppy dog eyes, whining and sending me copious e-mails and text messages, he is doing reverse pyschology. This may work on a 2-year old, but not me. Although it is enchanting: "Laurian, I know it's hard when you want me so bad. But I've moved on. Time will heal your pain of losing me."
Which leads me to Bitchy Ex Comment of the Day: "OK, if you stalk me one more time, I'm going to call the authorities. Get over me already! I know it's hard when you're completely in love with me, but you need to move on. Perhaps you need therapy - all my other Ex's did."
Oooh tht would go down like a Greek shithouse. Love it.