so i write stories.

my grammer is poor,
my typing and texting is shocking.
but i love to write, it is always fun i create characters and narratives and more often then not they are built entirely on people in my real life.
i have debated posting it on here but no one would read it but i have two books on the go.

light hearted
a book about angels and demons that fought for many battles.

my second book focuses on dating and more particularly mydating history.

if you want to read them your more the welcome too.

just message me on here.

well i do

My ex has moved on, my life is quiet as anything but then last night i threw a party, what this meant was a group of my closest friends all having a lot to drink and most interestingly, hanging out (we all were in the hottub and at one point i'm pretty sure i saw a friends testicles)
anyway, there was one girl there, shes smart funny sweet and beautiful, and people tried to convince me to go for it.
to go for it is the expression used as a suggestion in attempting to pull/bang a girl.
what this does mean however is me trying to be a chraming sexy beauty of a man.
so as you can see i didnt do it.

i struggle to understand how girls and guys behave. my ex since we broke up (as rumours inform me) has been with at least three guys.
girls can do whatever they would like to do, if i had done this or if anyguy in my circumstances had done it they would be socially shunned discommunicated and on the whole, hated.

so what can i do about that?
i'm stuck at doing the right thing, i cant be the only one who begins to feel that the right thing to do, gets me periodically and ulitmately screwed.

I'm going to the pub later, my ex and her possible new fella will be there, what am i going to do later?

whatever the right thing i guess.

what who when why how

what are you?
your officially my third oldest friend in my daily life.
your a flirt
your a tease
your a goon, fool and a pain.
but your mine.
Who are you?
your the girl from new girl
your the girl from 500 days of summer
your the girl who got shot after her exam because her boyfriend wwas a homoerotic boyfriend.
your the girl from purgertory
your the girl with the blue trombone
your my girl.
when are you?
your in my french lesson and then my drama lesson.
your sat in the library teaching me about your blog.
your in my room for a whole weekend.
your frighting me in texts for months.
your out of my life for 6 months
your in the train station when i call you to apoligise.
your the girl in spain
san fransico
london
why are you?
still with me?
not with me now?
wonderful?
Perfect?
how am i suppose to survive such long periods of time if your not around.
your my thrid oldest friend
and i'm sure you'll work your way to the front.

thats always the way with you.

Your Cissy <3>

broken hearted

it sucks

i have nothing else to say on the matter

Dreams Are an odd little thing.

i've been neglecting this a little bit so illl start again.

my name is pugwash

i just broke up with my girlfriend of nearly two years because it was the right thing to do by me and by her.

i know its what i want because last night after i didi it i had a dream.

i was at uni i spent my day in lectures and the following week i had a readin week because it was my younger sisters prom and i promised to to see her in her dresses and what not so i was nipping home for a few days, i phoned my father because he would be expecting me back at his flat that night (this will be where i'm staying during my time at uni.)

i told him i was going to be home tonight because i will be going to dinner tonight and it will take to long to get home so ill stay at the GF's house,  ( i've adopted this saying to refer to my partner even though i have no idea why)

i then walked from my uni into some shops, picked up some odd things like flamingo food and a dinosaur egg, (its a dream gimme a break). and went to the restuarant to meet my gf.

i dont know who she is or was but it wasn't the girl i'd spent the last two years with.

but i was happy.

My name is Pugwash
I'm single (have been for less than 24 hours)

show some love.
and if bubba you by some chance read this.
you were happy to.

you'll never know what you did to me

you may be sorry or apoligise for your behaivour but you didn't see was left of me

have your hopes have your dreams but this isn't some stupid soap or stupid chick flick sometimes your behaivour will cause pain will hurt people and as a result th ey will no longer trust you.

no one is leaving you behind people are just getting on with thier lives and maybe your not?

have fun on your holiday

i want to make movies but i want to make movies that show how relationships really work

sometimes the dream magic happy ending happens i've seen it

but you've burnt that bridge a long time ago.






Ginge will always be special to me cause i've known her for 7 years more than you.

and i love my girlfriend more than i ever loved you. and i still love her more every single day

you think you know?

for you infomation
thats not a moped
its a sports bike
thats not a shit bike
thats a cared for, looked after,
dream of a piece of a machine

Single cylinder, two-stroke, 6 speed, 3.2 gallons

that is transport
that is fun
that is like a mechanical brother


your BOYFRIEND owns a bike
YOUR BOYFRIEND wastes a bike
a 1000cc godly piece of machinery he wastes on 30 mph roads because he like the sound it makes and how girls look at him when he turns up to the party.

wheres mine? oh i park it round my girlfriends so i don't get it scratched or damaged when people get drunk and try and sit on it,

why dont i hve my full licencse?
it cost 600 pounds i dont have and you mock me because of it.
then want my money cause you want a piece of cake and you skint?

more importantly my bike is percy

and he is a hell of a lot more to me then you are.
i love you percy
you've done by me well


(PS i've nearly died 3 times on that bike twice my life was saved because of my decent jacket.

leather might look cool it might not tear but it's not forgiving.

you crash you will break something you will damage the jacket beyond repair or use.

oh mine? its a fabric material designed and manifatured to keep me alive

and here's the kicker

two life threatening accidents: me and my jacket? no scratches)

i pray to god he crashes after he drops you off

cause then i can say i told you so