Joey Doesn't Share Food.

I guess you find it fun to try and destroy everything in my friend's life don't you?
And then bitch about me behind my back. Even though I'm one of the only people who's remaind loyal to you over the years because I always remain loyal no matter what.
Well you know what? I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of watching you wrap her further and further around your little finger and manipulate her and others around you to get your own twisted little way.
Do you even have a conscience?
No, I didn't think so.
Not only are you destroying her life and making her more and more unhappy by the second, but I can tell you're going to start doing that to his as well. And you know what? The minute you hurt that boy I swear to God I will unleash hell, because no-one hurts him and gets away with it.
I'm mad enough at you as it is right now, and shits just got personal.


On a lighter note I'm rather, incredibly, sensationally happy and completely smitten with a certain young man by the name of Gary.
In the space of a few weeks, he's picked me up, dusted me down, and rather than setting me back on the shelf as is the norm for me, he's swept me off my feet and completely carried me away.
I've not felt so loved, wanted and needed all at the same time, and to have somebody so affectionate in my life is incredible. I love it. I love him already.
I never thought I'd feel proper love again after Sam. My heart broke and a bit of it went over to the Isle of Man with him when he left, and only now is that hole beginning to heal.
Our first kiss was amazing, I got everything you're meant to get, the whole fireworks and rushing waves and giddy stomach fandango, and it was sensational. Even Sam didn't make me feel like that when we kissed.
When we're apart I miss him so much, and when we're together it feels so amazingly nice and right. I'm so proud of him when I watch him on stage with his band, and the photos I get of him are always the best I've ever taken.

I'm smitten right now, and even Myspace has taken a back seat while he's around. When that happens you know shit's got real.