tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66138349799667416632011-08-04T02:18:56.996+01:00RamblingsNick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613834979966741663.post-62765561772319492122010-06-02T12:58:00.002+01:002010-06-02T12:59:31.187+01:00here: <a href="http://legendofthechiaruscuro.blogspot.com/">http://legendofthechiaruscuro.blogspot.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6613834979966741663-6276556177231949212?l=nickclayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613834979966741663.post-79129554352316596302010-02-19T08:04:00.003Z2010-02-19T08:08:43.389ZFuck it, I give in. <div>A huge thanks to Jes for being the final nail in the coffin. I hope it was fucking worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div>A creative goodbye folks. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stay safe.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6613834979966741663-7912955435231659630?l=nickclayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613834979966741663.post-82652930974267727542010-02-16T21:30:00.003Z2010-02-22T21:00:39.840Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBqnby8dGbA/S4LwaWhN1xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5lLxYt5nkYM/s1600-h/sameoldlie.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vBqnby8dGbA/S4LwaWhN1xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5lLxYt5nkYM/s200/sameoldlie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441175635329144594" /></a><br /><div>Once again I'm heading state side and once again I find I have fuck all reason to return. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm tired. I really am very tired. </div><div><br /></div><div>2010 - like 2008 and 2009 can go fuck itself. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's funny that all you have at the end of the day are lies in a card and a stupid fucking hat. </div><div><br /></div><div>New plan - get as fucked up as possible as soon as possible starting now. </div><div><br /></div><div>World, go cunt yourself. Leave me the fuck alone. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6613834979966741663-8265293097426772754?l=nickclayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613834979966741663.post-24181106688103820822009-08-28T15:58:00.002+01:002009-08-28T16:00:49.147+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBqnby8dGbA/Spfw1kuFvoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bQeALHKElOU/s1600-h/st.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBqnby8dGbA/Spfw1kuFvoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bQeALHKElOU/s200/st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375029483470700162" border="0" /></a>My snowboarding tiara. Not the sex tiara from <a href="http://www.creative-catharsis.com/beanie.html">this strip</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6613834979966741663-2418110668810382082?l=nickclayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6613834979966741663.post-65692174595865123702008-10-13T01:16:00.006+01:002008-12-06T23:10:26.444ZSo, someone you were totally head-over-heels in love with drags you through the mud. Whether intended or not, they make a shambles of what could have been a routine break-up.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Right way</span> - You're interested in someone else, you finish with the person you're with - they're upset but move on.. They've got a core reason for why things fell apart. Don't blame themselves etc..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wrong way</span> - You confuse everything, make the other person feel like shite day-in day-out with the hot/cold treatment, pick at everything they do and make them feel like the lowest life form on the planet. You then dump them. Over email.<br />The dumped loses sleep, drinks way to much is mentally fucked for months and has to resort to counselling to stop themselves doing anything stupid. You fuck their abilities to trust - be close to other people and generally function like a human being.<br />If you happen to be a real fucker, you also rub their nose in it with some snide emails going on about how great your new partner is and how they do everything you never did, how you're going to try hard to work everything out and make sure this relationship works - when you let the last one fall apart without a care.<br /><br />How does one react when they find out that relationship failed? Gloat, really stick the knife in, be a complete bastard?<br /><br />I kinda surprised myself today. Apart from feeling physically sick when the news came through and my pulse rate hitting the roof, I just kinda felt sorry for the ex.. Its like all that agony and pain was for nothing.<br />Now I just feel kinda bummed. :(<br /><br />*Update* Turns out the relationship isn't over, just hit a rough patch.. I will never understand the female mindset.<br />Big question is, why WHY did she feel the need to text me? Any women out there that can answer this I'm all ears!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6613834979966741663-6569217459586512370?l=nickclayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nick Claydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321479160195792331noreply@blogger.com0