have made
a few mix tapes or cd's for friends who've suffered a severe dumping, including songs like "i am the resurrection", "good riddance", "song for the dumped", "how it's gonna be", "makes me wonder", "not ready to make nice", "you'll think of me", "take the long road and walk it", "it's all over but the crying", "go your own way" etc etc. funny how much loud angry music can help, or is that just me?

doing one at the moment for a friend who's just found out her boyfriend is cheating after 7 years, any other suggestions??

also, as everyone else is digressing and i am so hungover that my eyes hurt, i'll bore you with something that happened to me this morning that i thought only ever happened in cartoons. no, i didn't step on a rake, but almost.

after a saints & sinners army party last night (the MALE host was just wearing a red fishnet body stocking and the rest went downhill from there) and a truly shit club in clapham, we crashed home at about 6am. for some random reason my much much taller friend jennifer decided to put the blind up in the kitchen. fuck knows why, but i am not 6' tall and i can't reach to pull it down again. which means i now have a massive victorian sash window looking straight into the kitchen and bedroom windows of the flat across the courtyard.

i stagger up some hours later this morning, can't face getting dressed. where the fuck is dressing gown? ah, there. where the fuck is belt? oh, sod it, everyone's gone home anyway, just wrap it loosely to cover the essentials. drool my way into the kitchen, hair styled by russell brand, every muscle aching. dressing gown is a good move as there are about 10 people having brunch in the flat opposite.

bend down to drinks fridge, retrieve icy cold evian, press it against head, moan with relief. lurch back up, turn away from the fridge, try to walk out of the room... bit of resistance, walk a bit harder... shit shit, am suddenly cold and naked. in front of BIG window full of people in manner of scary dream. only this is real. i scream, you scream, we all scream together...

actually, they looked more horrified than anything else, although i didn't hang around to see the aftershow!

turns out if you shut your unbelted dressing gown in the fridge door and walk away it will unwrap and pool onto the floor behind you... who'd have thought?

edit: just seen the post below. excellent!!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 10 Feb 2008, 16:15, 10 replies)

Oh dear...
Your life seems to be made for qotw...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 10 Feb 2008, 16:25, closed)

stupid things
just happen to me/i do them. my new bosses think i'm mad because i simply cannot find my way around the building. they were pissing themselves at me walking into the cloakroom and getting stuck in all the coats when i was looking for the kitchen. good job they didn't see me walk into the gents THREE TIMES in the first week.... although in my defence on the third time some guy held the door open for me out of instinct...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 10 Feb 2008, 16:29, closed)

I know the feeling
It's not like I try... these things just happen, honest!
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 10 Feb 2008, 16:36, closed)

Pwned!
Hoya!

Rach, you never fail to make my day!

I'd love to hang around with you next time I come to Blighty! ;-D

Be funky

M A D
(MAD Life -The Best Antidote To Happiness, Sun 10 Feb 2008, 19:20, closed)

If you'relooking...
...for suggestions for good angry songs, Where Have You Been by Reel Big Fish. Winner
(Just_Mister, Sun 10 Feb 2008, 23:34, closed)

The Pogues!
It's good solid drinking music, and alcohol heals all pain. (Just don't put the fairytale of new york on it. she'll think you're strange given the season
( greedyostrich Cheese is evil! Cheddar is VOODOO!, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:52, closed)

suggestion
Type O Negative- Unsucessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity
(I think the title is right, haven't really listened to the song since I was 16)

Great post breakup song, good sweary too.

I'm exctly the same, although I seem to have more of a tendancy for injuring myself than you seem to, my fiancee said that in the 11 1/2 years that we've been together, there hasn't been 1 day in which he was unable to find a bruise on me somewhere......
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 2:15, closed)

haha
fun at infernos?

the only place i'd wish back smoking to atleast mask stench of body odour.
(oller, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 9:44, closed)

WORSE
than infernos, worse than the white house, worse even than the grand... is....

the wessex house.

first and last time in THERE for me!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 10:10, closed)

song suggestions
Try these:

"I Don't Love You Anymore" by Bomb the Music Industry.
"Ready Aim Misfire" by New Year's Day.
"Good Will Hunting by Myself" by Ludo.
"If You Wanted a Song Written About You, All You Had to do Was Ask" by Mayday Parade.

I could go on forever. Punk lends itself to these types of situations.
( kingoffools, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 19:03, closed)