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My ex-boyfriend, now flatmate, is a total jerk.



I don't even want to discuss the 'shit in the toilet' incident (draw your own conclusions...) but not only that, he just sucks. What a full of himself, ignorant, selfish, shit stain on the butt cheek of humanity.



Several good friends here describe him as a black hole in my life.



Why is it that we, thinking those we're involved with and supposedly in love with put up with idiots until something becomes too painful to live with?



(I honestly wonder if I ever did love him or if I was just bored and lonely when he started to leech off me?)



I don't like his disrespect of my space and that god-awful Lynx shit he sprays on himself so liberally I am sure the people in the downstairs flat can smell it. Yuck...



Him + Lynx = Stinky



I think they sell this Lynx shit at home under a different name - but you ladies can recognize it here as every idiot on the make wears it - you can smell them [strongly!] coming down the street. Lynx should adopt the old Monkees' song, 'Hey, Hey We're the Monkees' - except change the words to 'Hey hey we're the stinky.'



Where, oh where are the classy guys who wear something nice like Cool Water, Armani, Pleasures for Men or some other high quality scent that one applies sparingly and gives off that air of understated class?



My daughter's wonderful boyfriend is correct - no more than two sprays of ANY perfume on anyone are necessary to attract. Seriously. He is correct and I used to be guilty of drowning in scent because our noses become adapted to the smell and we think we don't smell strong enough - believe me - we do. A little bit'll do ya!



He's stupid enough to believe if he sprays himself with that shit he'll get some tart that would show her tits in a newspaper for a few hundred quid?



I despise people who cannot realize that beauty (of whatever form physically one calls it) is fleeting. Inner beauty is really and truly what one should strive for from the time of one's youth.



Even when I had huge perky breasts - no one - I mean NO ONE - would have induced me to sell my body to a magazine or a person for money.



Maybe it is the high IQ?



Something keeps me from completely kicking this ass out (perhaps that he pays the rent? ha ha and he is gone for weeks at a time? SCORE!) but still, having his idiotic presence around me is rather a drain on my psyche.



Sigh...



Back to work.



Although tonight I am going to see the UK's best Led Zeppelin tribute band. Whoo hoo!



I love the Zep! These guys supposedly even look like the original members which should be interesting. Hopefully they look like them in the 70's and not now - ha ha!!



PS - if any younger women in the UK want to know this loser's name so as to avoid him - message me. LOL!