<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:04:59.457-08:00</updated><category term='snarly face'/><category term='MD'/><category term='LB'/><category term='Lisa Beautiful'/><category term='Worker girl'/><category term='Cubb'/><category term='Shor'/><category term='JB'/><category term='Yob'/><category term='LH'/><category term='Princes'/><category term='guyfriend'/><category term='Tat'/><category term='Kat'/><category term='Hippy Girl'/><category term='GBB'/><category term='KC'/><category term='Rach'/><category term='mj'/><category term='CJ'/><category term='Old fling girl'/><category term='Lisa butch'/><category term='MT pub'/><category term='Leo'/><category term='Studbud'/><category term='Shan'/><category term='Kyls'/><category term='HM'/><title type='text'>Hazey Dayz</title><subtitle type='html'>The slow and fast pace life of a working single mother who is in a disasterous relationship !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6270819998993787355</id><published>2009-03-31T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:50:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicated bliss</title><content type='html'>I have been down lately,  not as down as many times before, but still down.  Breaking up is so hard emotionally.  Soemtimes i feel strong and determined to move on and then other times i seem to be a mess, wondering how i am ever going to get this guy out of my head and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has still been contacting me and that makes things hard and yet I can't quite manage to stop answering his calls.  He just makes small talk, but manages to throw in the "I was so in love with you", notice the past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is having a ball, socializing each weekend with his friends (male and female), he has met a few new girls which he has told me as "sooooo nice".  I am sure he does this to just hurt me...he then goes on to say "there is nothing going on, i am not interested in them, I am hurt and I still love you"...blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i move on when he is stabbing me in the heart ever few days and I am stupid enough to let him do this to me.  I need to toughen the fuck up and stop all contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just sent email to him saying that it is best that we dont contact each other, hurts too much.  so hopefully that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-3107094218691453268?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3107094218691453268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=3107094218691453268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3107094218691453268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3107094218691453268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-did-it-again.html' title='He did it again'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-8100701074165803283</id><published>2009-03-11T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:53:06.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is DONE</title><content type='html'>Okay after dwelling on everything yesterday afternoon and feeling sick in the process, i decided that I need to do something to end this relationship, or at least find out exactly what MD wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put somethings of his in a bag and decided after work to leave them at his front door..just t-shirts that i had worn home in the last few weeks and a couple of towels, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left them at his door and then rang him to tell him i had done that....he was like "thanks gorgeous, I will see you tonight", i responded with "really, are you sure you want to come around?" he replies "yeah I'll see you later why?", then I said it "I dont want you coming around if you are going to split up from me. I dont need to hear it and you dont need to say it to my face okay"....he just chuckled and reply "okay gorgeous, ill cya later"...i just said "okay cya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he didn't come around, so i guess he has decided that I am just not worth the hassle, our love is not strong enough to get through his parents and his daughters hatred..or more to the point he couldn't be bothered fixing his fuck ups when he downed me to his family etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that, until about 10pm when i started to feel sad, not crying sad, just sad that it was done. No msg's no phone calls nothing from him. So what did dickhead me do...i msg'd him. Nothing bad, nothing nasty - nothing even remotely psycho, but a msg never the less...it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you will always be in my heart i was wishing you would come tonight but i understand and hope that one day we can be friends" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that psycho? probably is actually, as when i think about it..I shouldn't have msg'd him at all. Well there was no reply to that. By this morning I was done. I had laid awake in bed last night thinking about everything and how i seem to sugarcoat everything he has done and decided that enough is enough. He does not deserve me if he can not declare his love for me to his family and defend me against them (they have horns i tell ya) when they are in "destroy Dreamy mode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i turn up to work and whalaa a email from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, hope you slept good, sorry didnt hear your message last night, i fell asleep on the couch before the program gangs of oz, woke at 12:30 and went to bed, i picked up a phone from my dad (&lt;em&gt;note: his phone is broken&lt;/em&gt;) but havent had time to sit down and work it out thats why i am responding this way. Then as normal slept in this morning, i didnt think you wanted me to come around, i must have misunderstood that, and whats this part ONE DAY YOU HOPE WE CAN BE friends?, you are always in my thoughts and i want to be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just replied with "ok no problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is that, friends. haha if only he new how hot i looked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i feel good, I feel relieved and I am having Kat around for dinner tonight so that will be nice. I am moving on....on and upwards i say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5560447607354311320?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5560447607354311320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5560447607354311320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5560447607354311320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5560447607354311320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-could-be-worse-right.html' title='Things could be worse - right???'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4166812281110771711</id><published>2009-02-26T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:09:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are born to kill us mentally</title><content type='html'>OMG if i had of known how hard parenting would be - i dont think i would have done it.  My son KC is adorable and i absolutely love the ground he walks on.  I also hate to admit that I am the typical mother who doesn't see the bad im my children.  Well i see it but i can also make excuses for that behaviour.  I know they are great kids and I know that they have hearts of gold and they wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except last night i lost it with KC, he came home late and then demanded that i should buy him something. wtf.  like he deserves it !!!!!!   He had the worst attitude and I had just finished cooking dinner and he was so rude to me that i opened up the front door and toldhim to fuck off.   To get out of the house.  He left and i closed the front door.  then i felt terrible, what kind of mother am I,  I shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang him about 10 minutes later and he was just down the corner and he said he was on his way home, so he came back and then we talked,  he apologised and I did too.  He said that he did have an attitude and he was tired after school and blah blah blah,  I spoke to him again this morning and told him that there is no excuse for speaking to me that way and i dont want to hear that attitude again.  He said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took Shan for a walk down river, it was a good walk, fresh air and walking in the bush. I should do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to the conclusion that i have alienated my friends,  i guess i will be a loner for awhile until I find some different people.  I dont blame my friends, i should never had spoken to MD ever again and yes he is a pig that has treated me like shit and will do it again, but it is an addiction for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since me and MD split in NOvember I have spent so many nights and weekends alone, no phone calls, no one visiting me,  he is the only one that does that.  I guess after a few weeks of not hearing from people i start to crave attention and when he rings I cant help but feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i like him ringing me, i like that attention that he gives me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i gave that up I would be totally alone, totally.  Is that better then being in a mentally abusive relationship?  I am so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to a friend the other night who is a real loner,  she enjoys being alone and doesn't have a problem with that.  I need to learn who I am ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that even if i stop communicating with MD, my friends will not come back,  i have hurt them by talking to him and they dont trust me, nor do they give a fuck about me anymore.  I have drained them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my own fault and I knew that i would eventually push them away, i tend to do that to people...why am i so fucking stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4166812281110771711?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4166812281110771711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4166812281110771711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4166812281110771711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4166812281110771711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-born-to-kill-us-mentally.html' title='Kids are born to kill us mentally'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4986271248504186896</id><published>2009-02-25T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:52:51.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippy Girl'/><title type='text'>Crazy feelings</title><content type='html'>I went shopping after work yesterday and now i feel fucking terrible...everything looked shit on me and my Shan was telling me that everything looked "nice"...do you get that... when something looks "nice" it is only just ok,  the comment that i was looking for was "great",  that looks great...now that is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice" is just a pussy's way of saying "i dont want you to feel bad so i will just say nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Hippygal yesterday at shop and she was nice to me, i think she is feeling guilty about not catching up to me for my birthday etc.  I was nice back and I wouldn't hold a grudge against Hippygal as she is just lovely and I do respect her heaps.  She mentioned i should call around on weekend so maybe i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't got to gym yesterday or even go for a walk, like i wanted to..instead i called around to friends and drank two cans of Johnnie incognito sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one in this world suffering from the "weight depression", omg if it isn't MD pissing me off it is my weight,  will i ever feel happy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am just a difficult person and hard to please....well what if i am...i like me and I will cry if i want to....its my party !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of the above i am okay today..harharhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4986271248504186896?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4986271248504186896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4986271248504186896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4986271248504186896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4986271248504186896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-feelings.html' title='Crazy feelings'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4019747173357175844</id><published>2009-02-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:49:39.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has to stop</title><content type='html'>I am over it absolutely over it, i need to lose this weight.  I am tired and my clothes dont fit anymore and generally i am pissed off with the way i look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently had my birthday and omg i am getting old, before i know it i will have a purple rinse and wearing comfortable shoes..wtf... i read somewhere that is a sign of old age when you ditch your heels for comfy flats...i promised myself i would never do that.  But that being said, an old lady wearing heels often reminds me of an overdone prostitute??? so not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont eat heaps but i manage to slip in the alcohol and this is my downfall...i had two cans last night, full of sugar.  I switched to scotch and dry a couple of weeks ago because it is fewer calories then the coke, but it is still bullshit and realistically it is still full of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight i might..............mmmmm...ummm...do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7003149458039977030?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7003149458039977030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7003149458039977030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7003149458039977030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7003149458039977030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-after-weekend.html' title='The day after the weekend'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-514124993775219038</id><published>2009-02-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:27:24.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studbud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ'/><title type='text'>Miss Nothing Happening</title><content type='html'>I was feeling strong last night and was going to speak to MD about us and how we can't keep seeing each other.   We are sneaking around and seeing each other without our friends knowing and it has to stop.  it is not going to work out. Well he turns up with his dogs and I can't talk to him as my kids were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am back to trying to find the right time at the same time that i have the courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to the city tonight to meet up with Studbud and spend the night down there and go out.  I am really looking forward to it...it will be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read back through my entries and realised that I haven't mentioned the most important thing that has happened to me in the past four months...i rekindled my friendship with an old school buddy.  I found him on Myspace and sent him a message.  We were great friends at school, never boyfriend/girlfriend but great mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter our little emails to each other we found out that we still only live about 20 minutes from each other, so he called into my work in December to see me,  we figured it has been about 15 years.   This guy always had a crush on me at school but we ended up just friends as i didn't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the attraction between us when he turned up at work was "unreal",  he is so nice and omg it was great seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We msg each other most days now and talk on phone every couple of days.  He is fully aware of MD and what is going on.  The thing between us is nothing as he is married, has a beautiful daughter (13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not happy in his marriage and tells me that it will eventually end in divorce, but i am not getting involved in that...it is just nice having someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope deep down he can work things out with his wife, and he does too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't told his wife we talk as she would hate it, so that makes me uncomfortable and I know that i am doing exactly what MD has done to me in the past with his female friends, but I dont want to lose CJ again....we have this great communication thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow i travel to Melb to meet Studbud and spend a fun filled girls weekend in city, eating, shopping, drinking, eating, shopping, dancing oh did I mention shopping...anyway it will be a nice break away from life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7523316419587060227?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7523316419587060227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7523316419587060227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7523316419587060227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7523316419587060227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6977115114250105328</id><published>2009-02-17T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:41:20.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month later</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been one month since my last post...i must really get back into this blogging stuff as it does make me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in the last month have been depressing, MD and I stopped talking completely and he threatened me with horrible things and blah blah blah, you have all heard this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about two-three weeks ago he emailed me and then txt'd me and before you know it we were back in bed together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really wants to work things out but my heart is just not in it anymore. I do love him but he has admitted that his daughter hates me and so does his parents, that is upsetting for me but worse then that is the fact that my parents and friends dont like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday yesterday and I had dinner with a group of friends and my parents, well i didn't invite him as it would have been uncomfortable. My friends do not know that i am seeing him, well i think they do, but i haven't spoken to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is killing me, that it is now just US, we have no one who will accept our relationship even if we did decide to give it another go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is coming around a lot and being very very nice and I haven't had the guts to tell him that it is not going to work, i just can't do it.....how do i say to him that because of our family and friends it is not going to work not to mention our terrible history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just say it like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i must toughen up and end this nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of being alone but i guess i am making myself more alone by staying with him as eventually my friends will back right off and I will be left with no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must end this relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6977115114250105328?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6977115114250105328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6977115114250105328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6977115114250105328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6977115114250105328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-month-later.html' title='One month later'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-8080756171937173225</id><published>2009-01-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:20:59.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Mode</title><content type='html'>Okay things haven't changed much...still not with MD.   Things got a little messy during the xmas break and we even slept together a few times.  We talked about what we could possibly do to work things out between us as we feel that there is a deep deep connection between us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE both have jealousy and trust issues and MD suggested that maybe we should get some counselling.   I agreed and then started having second thoughts.  How can a counsellor help us?   What could they possibly say to erase the memories of him cheating on me?  him treating me badly in front of people? erase the thoughts of him and his female friends together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD rang early January to tell me he was flying overseas for a week holiday...i was pissed off.  He always crys about being poor, even to the extent that he told me just before xmas that we couldnt live together because he couldnt afford it...wtf...i support myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut a long story short...i told him last week to never contact me.  He went ballistic and called me every name number the sun, demanded everything he had ever given to be given back to him blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we haven't been in contact..... I went to a counsellor last week and had a good cry - my problem being that i still fucking love him...what the fuck is that about.  What else does he have to possible do to me (beside killing me) before i fall OUT of love with him.....why am i so not in control of this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOw do you survive heartbreak?   I am trying to do things to keep busy but my thoughts are on him 24/7.   What do I do and where do i go next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a very small city and he is very very very well known.  He is very very social and has a very large network of associates and friends....I feel like i need to stay home as I dont want to bump into anyone as I am sure they will ask me or speak to me about him - worse still would be for them to tell me about his new "very nice" girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only do i feel heartbroken and upset but i feel alone.  My girlfriends are trying to be nice to me and stuff, but they all have their lives (with their partners) so i guess there isn't much they can do.  They can't babysit me every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks BIG TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-8080756171937173225?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8080756171937173225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=8080756171937173225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8080756171937173225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8080756171937173225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival-mode.html' title='Survival Mode'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5946449407408422731</id><published>2008-11-25T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:45:43.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM OK</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling angry today,  fucking angry, but also feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid letting myself love someone so deeply that i was too blind to see that he didn't love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he thinks he loved me, but he didn't.   He never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i hope i survive this - the feeling of stupidity, also along with the feeling of deep deep sadness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I deserve to have someone love me back, but can't help questioning why he couldn't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could i have done that to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5946449407408422731?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5946449407408422731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5946449407408422731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5946449407408422731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5946449407408422731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-ok.html' title='IM OK'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-9136871386710647028</id><published>2008-11-24T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:29:42.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over</title><content type='html'>Well my so called relationship with MD is over.  He called things off AGAIN.  I am so fucking angry with him, i could spit on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything he has done to me over the years, the disrespect he showed me, the cheating, the no committment stuff,  he decides that my history isn't too good and so he doesn't want to agonize over me when i go out drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is that about,  i very very rarely go out and yet he is out every friday and saturday night....he is the one with the bad history.  So i am angry yes fucking angry,  I should never have forgiven him all those times that he fucked up.  I should have pissed him off years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blocked his email address so that he can't email me and I would be happy to never see him again.  I dont want anything to do with him...he hurt me big time and I will never never never forgive him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not deserve my love and I am happy to now call that time in my life as OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay,  I have had a few tears and then i have basically slapped myself and thought,,, he doesn't even deserve me to cry for him.  He was never going to committ to me and we were never in a REAL relationship.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am keeping busy now, back into my study and spending time with friends and my kids.  I have a girls lunch on Friday and I have even taken the afternoon off so i can really veg out with a few of them that dont work on Friday arvo...so i am really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son KC thinks that Md is an arsehole and yes i did agree with him....KC has been so good to me over the last few days...saying sweet things to me and basically being my rock....i owe him big time and if a girl ever treats him the way MD treated me, watch out i will rip her throat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is a new beginning for me...a new life.....me and my kids.....and this time I am really looking forward to it....yay for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, no more tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6862207415832395766?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6862207415832395766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6862207415832395766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6862207415832395766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6862207415832395766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-down.html' title='Im down'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5841630708419807733</id><published>2008-09-03T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:08:13.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LH'/><title type='text'>WOW it has been so long</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been so long since i blogged. I have been so busy and I feel like i have been neglecting this blog. Well not only this blog but neglecting myself, as this is where i let everything out..my release on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been okay. Me and MD are still seeing each other and I even managed to go out for lunch to day with his parents, MD and myself. The parents were nice to me, which is such a nice change, they have bearly spoken to me in about 12 months, even to the stage that his mother would just turn her back on me when i walked into the room. biatch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still taking my happy pills as i think these keep me sane. I know another reason i feel okay is that i keep busy...so to anyone out there that is feeling down or even have one of "those" days, staying busy seems to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my LH today and she is down- really down and that upsets me. She is so far away and I would love to go and grab her and go for a coffee. I don't think i am really that good at helping people through problems as i have so many problems of my own (that i can't even work out), but i am good at just being there, just to listen and even change the subject sometimes to let the person know that dwelling on things sometimes isn't for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she can walk her way through her problems, as sometimes that is all we can do. No drastic changes, just grin and bear it. Life goes on and people need to remember that when they are down and feeling like no one understands, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not understand exactly what you are going through, but we understand that feeling of desperation, dispare and sadness. I will call her again later and see how she is going.   Personal message to LH:  love you and will always be here, chin up as things can only get better - trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5841630708419807733?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5841630708419807733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5841630708419807733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5841630708419807733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5841630708419807733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='WOW it has been so long'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4252923568415312762</id><published>2008-07-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:52:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I didn't realise i had been so neglectful of this blog. It feels like only yesterday i was sitting here posting, but o well at least i am back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are relatively the same.  I have been spending lots of time studying, doing the mother thing and working.  My neice CL came over for a few weeks and it was really great to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD is being extra nice yet i have doubts that it will last.  He wants me and the kids to move into his house and yet he acts like a single guy so i am not sure what he means by move in with him.   He is spending his money like nothing and yet continually moans to me about how poor he is...He thinks that i am stupid and dont see the "new dryer", new computer desk,  the $800 spa unit,  the $2500 camera that he has purchased in the last 3 weeks,  he pretends that his business pays fr most of it so it isn't his money...wtf...he runs his own business...solely...so it is his money.   I am struggling as usual with my money.  it is hard trying to pay so much out and only receiving so much in...i dont have surplus "business money" that i can jump in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I have my friends wedding in a few weeks and i can't wait to go to that and see all my other friends...it will be just like old times.   My only fear is that MD is going to throw one of his little hissy fits, which are not that LITTLE usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time will tell how much i enjoy the wedding.   I must admit even when MD is being nice to me and doing all the right things (except spending money on ME).   I still dont feel comfortable with him anymore.  I think i am over it.  I constantly spend my time doubting how long these good times will last.   I doubt our relationship lasting past xmas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't then im okay.  I actually would rather be single and struggling with money then with someone who is flashing theres around in front of me and yet too fucking stingy to buy me a drink...what is with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, what the fuck is wrong with me...i shouldnt put up with this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios MD - all in due time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4252923568415312762?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4252923568415312762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4252923568415312762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4252923568415312762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4252923568415312762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-277032414751318020</id><published>2008-06-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:56:17.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Post</title><content type='html'>I am feeling quite good today....not extrodinarily good....just good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace, which i think may have something to do with the happy pills i have been taking, but what the fuck at least i feel something besides hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my kids to the local pound last night and guess who is now the owner of a new little kitten...yep...you guesses right...mummy was sucked right in by those big soft eyes.   Shan has decided to call it Lolita (lolly girl for short).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my favourite niece in the whole world coming over to visit me - i can't wait, and the kids are so excited.   CL has grown up so quickly,  it will be nice to spend some time just chilling and bonding a little.  We all think she is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides spending time cuddling Lolly girl over the weekend, cleaning, studying and oh did i mention cuddling lollygirl...i haven't got much planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-277032414751318020?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/277032414751318020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=277032414751318020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/277032414751318020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/277032414751318020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-post.html' title='Silly Post'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2682095706354901549</id><published>2008-06-11T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:36:32.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much is happening</title><content type='html'>My exam is done!!! I sat it last Thursday and I feel okay about it..not sure if i passed or failed but don't really give a flying f'k really....it is DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent so much time studying lately that i pretty much have no social life.  I don't mind, i actually prefer being alone so it doesn't really matter.  I lie a little when i say no social life, i have still had my weekly lunches with hippygirl, mj and lb.   Today I even met hippygirl and gd for lunch,  which was a laugh.  We might all get together on weekend (if we can time it right) and go see Sex and the City at the cinema.  I would really love to go see it and even though MD has offered to take me, i would much prefer to go with a group of gals,  then head off to the nearest pub for a cosmopolitan of course.  Ching Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will just see where the weekend takes me,  hopefully floating off to some mysterious fun filled adventure....lol...as if!!! will just be the same ol' weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse...i suppose...me and MD have been getting along fantastic, he has been away working in the city and so i only see him on weekends,  I think that is great, we dont argue when he is home and I think we both get our space.   He asked me again last night when i was moving in with him....wow have we got alot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel secure enough yet to move in with him,  i would lose my independance and my security...although i dont really have any permanant security where i am, at least what i have is MINE.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i want to just wait for at least 6 months and see how he is...if he doesn't fuck up then maybe i will think about it....if he does fuck up...then i am gone FOR GOOD......no more second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess i better prepare myself for a deep and meaningful discussion with him this weekend about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i can feel a migrane coming on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7543843439064388069?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7543843439064388069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7543843439064388069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7543843439064388069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7543843439064388069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-blog.html' title='A happy Blog'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-7252240995816517792</id><published>2008-05-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:48:29.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ?????</title><content type='html'>What a weekend,  MD came around Friday after work and was just Mr Wonderful,  telling me how much he missed me and the kids and trying to cuddle me.  I sat him down once the kids had left (they went to their Dad's for weekend),  and asked him what the hell was going on.  I told him what i wanted and expected from him.   He said that we need to sit and talk about it during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to get dinner,  we kinda spoke but not in depth and he just kept telling me that he wanted to have a relationship with me and that i was important to him and he didnt' want to lose me out of his life blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into a couple who dont realise that we are split up and they hung around with us for a few hours at the club,   so we didnt' get to speak again until we were home....welll.....we started arguing as soon as we walked in the door of his house.  He then threatened to take me home and i called his bluff and said fine I called a taxi to come and get me and then the bastard wouldn't give me my keys to my house and he took my mobile phone and cancelled the taxi.   I was furious.  I just wanted to go home and I kept telling him that but he wouldn't let me leave.   He kept saying that we needed to talk blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after i calmed down and smoked 3 cigarettes outside,  we talked and he asked if i loved him (which i stupidly do) and then he asked me to marry him.....i fucked up and said YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his mothers birthday last night and all his family (including his ex), went out for a lovely cosy dinner, of course i was not invited.  I stewed on it all night...how can i have a relationship/marriage with someone who's family hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can that ever become comfortable for me and my kids.  I would love to be in a relationship where i am accepted by the family.  not an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i told him that we need to wait and see how we go over the next few months before we think about the marriage stuff....he asked if i was backing out and told me that he really wants to marry me....i told him that if we can't make it work without a marriage certificate what makes him think that we can with a piece of paper....he told me that he wants to make that committment to me.   But i told him that he doesn't need to marry me to show me that he is committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where we are so far....still in fucking limbo land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Sheepdog...yes i did sleep with him......I jsut cant control myself around him...what is wrong with that huh!!!!  I am crazy and stupid and sometimes i wish that I could just get angry enough with this guy to piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch with his daughter and he left to go outside for a ciggarette,  well she starts talking about how MD is taking a new job and starts in two weeks time - fulltime- and that he has asked his other daughter to manage his shop........oh i see.......i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can he fucking organise his life without even talking to me about it and yet he asks me to marry him....what is with that......god i am so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7252240995816517792?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7252240995816517792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7252240995816517792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7252240995816517792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7252240995816517792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='What the ?????'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-3776436142803276297</id><published>2008-05-15T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:03:26.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of name</title><content type='html'>As you can see i decided to change the name of my blog.   I did a google for a couple of things relating to me and whalaaa up came my blog.  So to remain annonymous i needed to change the name a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may make some further changes over time, so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the new title makes me smile,  this blog really does keep me sane,  it is my outlet.  I can come here and bitch and moan and complain and get everything off my chest without it hurting anyones feelings or making my friends hear all my shit over and over and over again.    I feel free when i write on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned for a quiet weekend,  might get hippy girl to come shopping with me on Saturday morning - I just want to do the op shops,  it is nice to go op shopping, no pressure to buy or not buy anything and it kills some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have assignment due on Monday, so i will spend some time over weekend studying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD is coming home from the city tonight, i am unsure whether he will come and see me or whether now that B &amp; S have gone home (he always feels threatened when they are in town),  that he will just avoid me,  deep down hoping that i will go chasing him.....fuck it is like a cat and mouse game....he just doesn't fucking stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell him on the telephone that we need to talk seriously and he just said "yeah ok",  so I will see whether he comes around or not,  he probably doesn't want to hear what i have to say.....why doesn't that shock me....he has never wanted to hear what i have had to say before so why am i fucking kidding myself into thinking that he will listen or even care NOW.   Yep having a blonde moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-3776436142803276297?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3776436142803276297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=3776436142803276297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3776436142803276297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3776436142803276297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-of-name.html' title='Change of name'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5185548563383938145</id><published>2008-05-14T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:25:22.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So unsure</title><content type='html'>This week has been very very uneventful.   MD has been calling me each day,  sometimes a few times a day and telling me how much he loves and misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know at the moment what the hell is going on.  I have always loved this guy - there is some kind of bond between us, some kind of deep connection that i honestly feel i will never have with anyone else.   Yet, and this is a big YET.....he makes our relationship difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i be so in love with someone who can switch (in a heartbeat), between adoring me and treating me like i am the best thing since sliced bread to me being the biggest slut he has ever laid his eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he looks at me when he is angry with complete and utter disgust, makes my skin crawl, makes me feel like I am shit,  he just crushes me,  tramples on me and keeps walking and doesn't look back.....until he decides that he has pushed me far enough away that it has destroyed me but not far enough that he can't get me back and then he works his magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He messages and phones me,  sends me flowers and pretty much pours the affection and sweetness like you have no idea.....the way he treats me during this time is how i would like our relationship to be all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid and I expect to have our ups and downs, that goes without saying, yet i dont believe our downs should be so dramatic and our ups be so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me a msg this morning saying "only one more sleep before i can see the women of my dream",  see what i have to deal with....soppy stuff like that, yet it will only be a few weeks when he will start to disrespect me again and then i am the furtherest thing from the "women of his dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cant take this no more.  The breaking and mending is sending me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5185548563383938145?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5185548563383938145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5185548563383938145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5185548563383938145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5185548563383938145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-unsure.html' title='So unsure'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-9094435998992873409</id><published>2008-05-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:16:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying not to weaken</title><content type='html'>OMG it is sooo hard,  I have been feeling good, really good....just keeping busy and trying not to think about things too much.  I had my friends come down for the weekend and I went out with the girls on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast of a time, drank way too many champagnes and whatever else we were all drinking,  passed out at Hippy girls house, well during the night MD came and picked me up and took me back to his house.  I was sound asleep and i remember leaving with him and going to his place...but not exactly sure why???   drunking stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke at his house next morning and we had the biggest fight ever.   He wants to be with me, but i dont trust him now.....he changes his mind from one day to the next....one day he wants me and adores me the next day he doesn't want me.....what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is being very very nice to me even though i am unsure what i want to do.  He even asked me to marry him....wtf is that all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that we have major problems and that i didnt' even want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am basically just back in confusion land, where i have been lingering for about 8 years.  I feel so stupid as he is such an arsehole and yet i love him....why can't i just find someone who will treat me great and not keep pushing me away and then pulling me back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD is in Melbourne for the week, so at least i can have a break from him without having to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-9094435998992873409?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/9094435998992873409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=9094435998992873409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/9094435998992873409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/9094435998992873409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-trying-not-to-weaken.html' title='I am trying not to weaken'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-9074282182564608102</id><published>2008-05-01T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:54:44.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im feeling Okay about the split</title><content type='html'>I feel good, well much better then i thought i would if and when MD and I decided that it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did what everyone has been telling me to do for years....I told him what i wanted from the relationship. I told him that i wanted us to live together and that if he didn't want to move into my house then i thought that me and the kids should move into his. I told him i didn't want to be the girlfriend who lives on the other side of town anymore and that it was time to make a commitment to each other...for god sake we have been seeing each other for 8.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....he turned up to my place on the Sunday night and I asked if he wanted to talk about things and guess what the arsehole said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to end the relationship, I like having my own place and having peace and quiet when i want it, I like it the way it is between us. I also have decided that i want to start going "piggin" with my mates and I am afraid that I dont really have time for a relationship with you anymore and I think it is unfair for me to keep seeing you"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, 9 fucking years of living with his promises of growing old together,asking my opinion about the renovations on his house, telling my son that he could choose the color paint in the spare room - giving him the impression that would be his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i reacted like an idiot....i cried and i told him that he was stupid for doing this and that i wouldn't mind him going "piggin" with the boys and I wanted him........so he told me he needed to think about it....think about whether he wanted to be in a relationship with me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for two days i sat waiting for him to decide, during this time he didn't ring me and when i rang him, he brushed me off......then it hit me....what the fuck am i doing begging a man to stay in a relationship with me......what a fucking idiot.....i deserve so much better then this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he finally turned up and my place one night and i asked him if he had thought about what he wanted and he said he hadn't had time....wtf....this is my life and he can't find the time to think about it....so there was my answer....a big "YOU JUST ARE NOT WORTH EVEN THINKING ABOUT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told him. I have never been this strong before ever, I told him that it is his loss, that I am fine and I am just going to move ahead with my life, without him in it. I told him that he was not good enough for me and my kids as we deserved to be wanted and loved and not just discarded. I told him that it was all good, and that I was willing to share my life with him, but if he wasn't willing to share his then it was his loss, he is missing out of MY fantastic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just kept grunting and saying okay, as he left he hugged me and I said to him&lt;br /&gt;"I really thought we had something special" &lt;br /&gt;"we do!" he said,&lt;br /&gt;"no we dont we have had something very very "casual", &lt;br /&gt;he said "if it was so casual why has it lasted so many years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is where i am unsure of whether i was just stubborn or whether it was just stupidity" I said in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then he has been dropping in, I am being very nice to him and polite and he has noticed that I dont really care anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel over it, I really do. I deserve someone who will love me and my kids, I am an intelligent person, a great mother, a fantastic friend and i feel that i have so much to offer someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am just going to move on, as some people say "as one door closes, another one opens".......i just need to find that door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6989604168247076006?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6989604168247076006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6989604168247076006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6989604168247076006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6989604168247076006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-tired.html' title='Im Tired'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4679153604457702253</id><published>2008-03-30T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:36:36.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Where do I Start</title><content type='html'>It has been such a long time since i posted here and i guess it is because deep down i am a little ashamed of my life and even writing about it feels bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick run down since last post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with girls went great,  Hippy Girl and I were a little distant, but no one else noticed and we managed to get together a few times since then for lunch, just the two of us and it has been cool....no mention of that night...so i guess that is how it is going to be....."it just didn't happen"....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD and I were getting along great and ventured onto our cruise with B &amp; S,  it was suppose to be a trip of our lifetime,  as being with md for 8 years, this was the first holiday we have been on together.   Things were great,  me and MD were having a blast together and getting along and it was sensational.   Well to fuck things up B &amp; S had a really big fight in the early hours of one morning, in the cabin that we were sharing.  MD and I had been in bed for hours when they came back so it was really uncomfortable, but hey these guys have been together for like 15 years and are getting married and of course when you have been drinking pretty much 18 hours a day for 4 days,  things tend to get a little heated.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day was good, the four of us travelled around together and met up with some great friends of B &amp; S and went out with them for the night....i didn't drink (shock horror), it was just so hot i couldn't...but MD was getting into it....we managed to get back to ship about 2am and i really wanted to go to bed, but MD and S wanted to get another drink down bar...so i wandered down with them.   MD asked me to dance, which i did and it was the most romantic dance i have ever had in my life...it just happened to be "lady in red" and i was wearing a red top.  we were the only two people on the dance floor..it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our table, where we had left S sitting alone and MD then asked me for another dance but I said to him,  do you want to take S up for a dance...just so that we didnt' leave her sitting there alone again.  WELLLLLL that was the biggest mistake of my life...He went off his head..started yelling at me that he didnt' want to dance with my friends that he wanted to dance with me...blah blah blah,  i then said okay i would dance with him but he just yelled go get fucked, i dont want to fucking dance with you now......so with that i just calmly said goodnight and i walked down to the cabin and got into bed...i was not going to sit in a bar full of people with MD going balistic at me and I was sober and was not going to argue back with someone that was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes later MD walking in packed his bag and said he was leaving, that he was going home.   AND HE FUCKING DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got off the boat at 4.30am, after having security call the captain on him and Customs etc.  they finally kicked him off because he was throwing a tantrum in the foyer of the ship......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in bed and was hoping that he had just wandered off somewhere to cool down and that he was coming back,  for fuck sake home many people walk off a fucking cruise liner in the middle of the night??????  Guess who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all this shit, me spending the next four days alone on the ship...oh B &amp; S were there but I had to keep leaving them so they could have time alone.....and i was fucking alone.....felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and he turned up and blasted teh shit out of me for ruining his holiday,  that i made him feel unwanted and unloved...wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologised,  he has forgiven me and yes we are back together...i need to see a shrink as i know i deserve so much better then this....he has managed to tell everyone in town a bullshit story about how bad i was treating him that he had to leave the come home....now people are not talking to me - it is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so down in the dumps,  he has been fantastic since we got back, he knows deep down he fucked up and he is sucking up to me in private but in public he is the "macho" man,  with the girlfriend that treats him like shit....people are saying that he deserves so much better......i just sit and do what i am told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment with my counsellor, who i know can do nothing...i am the only person who can do something....but i am stuck....he has control over me and i feel like nothing without him.....i am nothing without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be slapped..or maybe someone could just come and kidnap me and take me away from all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4679153604457702253?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4679153604457702253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4679153604457702253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4679153604457702253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4679153604457702253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-where-do-i-start.html' title='OMG Where do I Start'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-259922102630958403</id><published>2008-02-11T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:54:08.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly threesome</title><content type='html'>Well as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago,  I have been very boring.   I have been studying and working blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD has been fantastic,  we are getting along very very well.  We went out on Friday night,  just me, MD and Hippygirl.   Had a fantastic night, just the three of us.   It ended up with the three of us in bed and it was very very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dilema now is that i feel a little guilty,  not so much about what happened with the three of us but more that i am concerned that it may effect our friendship.  I love Hippygirl,  we get along really really well and I enjoy hanging out with her. I just hope that things dont become uncomfortable between us.  I hope that she doesn't feel guilty about what happened.  We were all smashed and if we were sobber I am sure that it would never have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think she would be ashamed or guilty and I am sure that she wanted to do it as much as we did, considering that she actually came and got in bed with me and MD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off to lunch with a couple of friends tomorrow, which included Hippygirl,  so i will see how things go.  MD has said that we should just pretend that it didn't happen.  That is what I will do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I am really hoping that maybe we could all get together again one night...it was really good.....anyway just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;****hehehehe - Dreammy does a little wicked laugh****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-259922102630958403?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/259922102630958403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=259922102630958403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/259922102630958403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/259922102630958403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendly-threesome.html' title='Friendly threesome'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-3351274164845297090</id><published>2008-02-04T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:20:23.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since i posted on here, and even though each day i think about it, i just haven't really had much to post about.   I have been studying hard,  working harder,  doing kid stuff and basically just being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I have a new cat....it is named Angel....which isn't really appropriate considering that it is male, but my daughter named it and well "that is that" and apparantely Buffy's boyfriend is named Angel (u know - buffy the vampire slayer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD has been the most wonderful person out.  I am still off the grog and I have been dieting madly hoping to lose a bit of weight...unfortunately that is yo-yoing each week, but shit who cares really.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave in less then 14 days to go on a Cruise with MD.   First holiday in 8 years that we have ever been on...i am really looking forward to it.  Relaxation,  yes fucking lots of alcohol and fun fun fun.  We have two friends coming with us and they are partay animals....we will have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides that my life is boring,  maybe something exciting will happen this week....heres hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5114636449994213331?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5114636449994213331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5114636449994213331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5114636449994213331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5114636449994213331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-survivor.html' title='I am a survivor'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6368821662154886605</id><published>2007-10-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:50:33.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How ironic</title><content type='html'>How ironic, that i should post my last post regarding stopping all contact with MD, and in fact he sent me a msg on Sunday saying exactly the same thing....he wants no more contact with me.   I know that i have said that is exactly what i want, but when it came to him tell me that...i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blew me away.  I am devastated, i thought that i had control of the situation and eventually this guy would come to his senses and see how wonderful our love is and change so that we can be together forever happily.....god i was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am trying not to msg him or think about him.  It is so hard.  I guess i just always thought that he would be there...always trying to win me back, but he has finished.  he has had enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i wrote that it was over little did i know that he was thinking exactly the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that you dont want something until you cant have it, or you take things for granted and then realise when it is too late.   Well MD is and will always be the love of my life.  I will never love someone like i love him.   I look at him and my heart misses a beat,  I adore him and will die knowing that i had a fantastic love once,  one that many people never experience in their life and i was lucky enough to have found my soul mate....i just fucked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go to see a counsellor, i need to talk to someone and try and get over him.  I am taking one day at a time, actually one hour at a time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i miss him,  i miss him msging me and emailing me and i miss knowing that he will contact me at some stage.  I miss him but i also understand exactly why he has decided to do this as i have even thought about cutting him off,  but i think i have always been just "talk" and now that it is put into action WOW...i am devestated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6368821662154886605?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6368821662154886605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6368821662154886605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6368821662154886605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6368821662154886605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-ironic.html' title='How ironic'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5465052695697847213</id><published>2007-10-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:39:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Good</title><content type='html'>I feel good,  well i feel okay.  I have finally come to my senses and realised that whatever i had with MD is over.  It is unhealthy.  I need to start focusing on me and my kids.  Even though i have always put my kids to the top of my priority list, i have also considered MD up there with them.  NOT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stay civil with him but that is it.  I have decided to stay as far away from him as i can.  No more drinking at the Bar.  i will really miss the guys, but i guess this is what i need to do.  Spend time with my friends, not friends of MD's, but my friends.  Study and i have started walking each night and doing a few exercises.  So with all that, i should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Hippy girl yesterday and she is here for me, she understands and i know that i can ring her whenever i want so that i can hang out with her.  Kat is always here for me too.  So i will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to learn to not worry about what he is doing and saying about me.  It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know i have said this a million times before and people think i am crazy for going through this yoyo relationship with MD, i am finished with it this time.  My son KC even told me that i was a loser for going out with the same guy over and over again.  "Straight from the mouths of baby's", he actually has more sense then me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of KC he made it through to the regional championships, so i am taking monday off work and me and shan and my mum and dad are travelling down to watch him run.  He is a great long distance runner and i hope he does well. I really do.....i am so proud of him for even making it this far, but to have him win would just make his year...... and i know how much he would like to win, or just come a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will be the proudest mum in my state on Monday when i watch my son line up to race, win or lose....to me he is the champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4807223871800130659?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4807223871800130659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4807223871800130659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4807223871800130659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4807223871800130659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-waiting.html' title='Just waiting'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-7540449765886315319</id><published>2007-09-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:31:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone time</title><content type='html'>I am really confused...wow....unbelievably confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD came around last night, and just laid on couch and watched tv, he ended up staying the night. Which is really nice as i do love him, but today i feel stupid. I tell him how i feel and he tells me not to worry that everything will work out. But is it? That is my dilemma, i just dont think it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i love him and i miss him, but i dont know if I want him anymore! I just dont want the crap that comes along with him. But how do i move on? How do i get over someone when they are continually telling me that it will all work out in the end and to just take one day at a time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be strong and I need to have some self respect. I need to stand up and shout "stuff this, i am not doing it anymore", i need to be alone. But when i am alone i think about him and i miss him, i want him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all the confused women out there that have been through this and have survived...good on ya. Maybe there is hope for me too, i just dont know how to move on, or worse, i dont know if i ever will learn to live without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me, not knowing what i am doing, not knowing just what to expect in my life and have no hopes for the future. I dont have plans. I just live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7540449765886315319?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7540449765886315319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7540449765886315319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7540449765886315319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7540449765886315319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/alone-time.html' title='Alone time'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2927010298964394599</id><published>2007-09-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:42:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-oh so bad</title><content type='html'>My life is stuffed.  I just am so confused.  I went out on Friday night. Alone.  Yes alone, i couldn't find anyone to go out with so i thought stuff it.  I ended up drinking at the Bar and MD came and sat with me all night.  I was getting drunker and drunker and ended up pissing him off.    He left and then rang me and i had a big arguement with him.  Called him everything and told him he was selfish and that he could stick all his flash stuff up his arse, his new harley, plasma tv, laptop, six person spa...fuck him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came around on Saturday and we talked and we went for a ride on his "new harley", yes the one i told him to stuck up his anus.  It was actually good.  we enjoy each other company when we are not talkin about our problems.  But that is the problem, we dont fix anything because we just dont talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to him today and told him i couldn't handle it.  I am so sick of feeling like this, i have no idea where i stand in his life, i dont want to go back to the way we were and i have no idea how to move on.  I am so upset.  I just wish i could be left alone.  I dont want to have to think of him and yet i cant stop.  I think about him constantly.  I am worried that he is seeing other girls and that i dont know about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think i dont care if he is seeing girls, oh god i am so confused.  He keeps telling me he wants to work this out, but i dont know how we can do that - too much water under the bridge. I have no idea what to do.  I can't imagine my life without him - i love him....and yet i dont like the person that he can be sometimes, he hurts me too much.  He disrespects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have booked in to see a counsellor, i have to go to doctors on Wednesday morning and get a referral then i am off to see one.   Oh i hope they can figure my head out.  as i have no idea what the hell i am doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2927010298964394599?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2927010298964394599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2927010298964394599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2927010298964394599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2927010298964394599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-oh-so-bad.html' title='Oh-oh so bad'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2576380765793650785</id><published>2007-09-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:23:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a slight hiccup</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling great...love happy pills.   Had a great weekend with the kids,  it was nice to spend time with them and i really put in a great effort in the mom and kids time this week.  so i feel proud.  I even done Acylic nails on my daughter, which took forever, but it was nice mum and daughter bonding time.   i loved it.  so did she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD popped in on Saturday night, he only stayed for 1/2 an hour, i think he felt out of place, as me and the kids were in a great mood, i was just dishing up our dinner and the kids couldn't shut up telling him what we had done that day....washed the dogs, went to school fete, son played a game of soccer, hockey and touch football, shan had face painted, painted a tile, painted a picture, done some beading.  so it was all very exciting.    I didnt hear from MD again until last night when he rang and asked if he could come over for a cuppa.  I said yes,  see how weak i am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came over and he had cuppa, he gets his new harley this week and wants to take me on a ride on Saturday afternoon,  i told him i would think about it...but i really dont want to go.  I think he wants it to look like i am only after him for his bike,  so i dont even want to be seen near the bloody thing.   He stayed over for a couple of hours and yes we went to bed....i know i know i am the weakest of the weak....but it was terrific.  and i mean fantastic sex....break up/make up sex is the best.  He asked if he could sleep the night and i was strong enough to say no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i feel guilty,  i dont want to keep this relationship going. I dont want to get my heart broken again.   So i am going to stay strong and tell him that it will not happen again.  If he asks if he can come over i will say NO.....NO......NO. not even for a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in love with me, i have no doubt about that.  He has stuffed up and he knows it,  he has lost me, as i will NOT  put myself through a relationship/none relationship with him again.  NEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2576380765793650785?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2576380765793650785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2576380765793650785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2576380765793650785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2576380765793650785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-slight-hiccup.html' title='Just a slight hiccup'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-9031876189428544762</id><published>2007-09-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:28:28.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great so far</title><content type='html'>Wow, i can't believe how good i feel.  I mean i really feel great.   I am not worrying about anything and just cruisin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got phone call from MD last night just for a chat.  I think he was hinting for me to invite him over, but i was very very strong and didn't.  Told him i had heaps of study to do.     He rang back about an hour later, to tell me about a competition to enter to win a trip to Paris.....i think he was defnately fishing for an invite over.  But i still didn't invite him over.  Just said i had to go do more study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a funny email from him this morning, basically i think he is fishing for a "i love you and i am suffering and can't live without you" reply,  as he was saying things like "i think you are interested in someone else" "I am shattered",  "I just wanted to make you happy" wah wah wah......I just sent him back an email detailing how i was feeling, that i was staying strong and taking each day as it comes but feel good about it....I dont want to be down in front of the kids.  So i wished him well and hoped that he could find happiness, as i defiantely didn't make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard anything back yet.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to spend tonight cuddling the kids on the couch.  I think we should spend some together time, just chillin.  I am trying desperately to save money now.  As i need to pay off my credit cards and also put some money aside to pay for the cruise and spending money and pay off kids xmas layby's .......i think i can do it.  I just have to tighten up that belt of mine,  the one that keeps slipping down around my ankles and tripping me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to my new life of happy kids, a little money and happiness and of course STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-3448577477668201897?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3448577477668201897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=3448577477668201897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3448577477668201897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3448577477668201897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4021895923935467456</id><published>2007-09-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:06:45.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disregard the last post</title><content type='html'>Okay i didn't mention that he turned up on Saturday night and spent the night...yep i stuffed up. I can't help it, he just has this power over me and I know that i dont want him back and I know I dont want to be with him anymore, but he just keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made it clear to him that we are over and yet he seems to ignore that and want to be with me. He came around last night and i was just going to bed, so he told me to go to bed and he would turn everything off.. well he came into the bedroom and laid on the bed beside me telling me that he loved me and that he wanted to be with me, just to hold me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stayed for about an hour, just cuddling me (really just holding me...nothing else) and then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking crazy, i am just setting myself up to be hurt again. I cant stop thinking about the girl from Deni that i dont even know. He has been seeing her, i am sure of it.....so why come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is his birthday today but if it wasn't i would definately be sending him a msg to say stay away...it is just that i don't want to upset him today. Yes just another excuse......well what i will do is wait til he contacts me and then i will just tell him that i am busy etc...i will brush him off. God i hope i can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work myself out and try and move on. How the fuck can i do that when he keeps coming back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel okay, i feel strong, i just wish he would stay away from me....when i see him i am weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4021895923935467456?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4021895923935467456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4021895923935467456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4021895923935467456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4021895923935467456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/disregard-last-post.html' title='Disregard the last post'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2679758972718209837</id><published>2007-09-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:44:22.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am surviving</title><content type='html'>I have survived the first two weeks.  I am still a little sad about what has happened and upset that the guy who i thought was the love of my life - definately is not, nor has he ever showed me that he deserves to be classified as the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping busy with study and the kids.   Even my puppies keep me busy, so i have had enough stuff to keep my mind off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has started msg'ing me,  just friendly messages, and he even called around for a cuppa last night,  we just spoke small talk, so it is okay.  I will never put myself through that again.  I know that it is over and eventually i will move on without him...no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has gone on school camp for three days, so i am looking forward to spending some time with just me and my gal.   I am planning on doing our toe nails tonight....I know that doesn't sound exciting, but it is exciting to an 8 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's 50th is this weekend, so of course i am planning on just spending time with the kids,  their dad has had an accident and is in hospital, so i guess i will hve the kids for the next few weekends.  Thats okay... i enjoy having them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is boring but i am feeling okay....i have even stopped taking my happy pills and i seem to be okay.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep things are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2679758972718209837?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2679758972718209837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2679758972718209837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2679758972718209837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2679758972718209837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-surviving.html' title='I am surviving'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-1428987990976603699</id><published>2007-08-21T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:49:02.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>It is over. MD moved out on Saturday, so i am alone again with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a piece of work!! A few weeks ago, the same night he went off at me for asking someone for a cigarette, he also blew up at me because a girl at the pub said "hey look at this" and passed me her mobile phone...on it was a picture of a guys penis.....all of us girls at the pub had a look and a laugh and passed it back to her and she said that it is a guy that she slept with....Well MD went off at me when we got home, saying that i shouldn't have looked blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last friday night on way home from pub, MD told me how he had been receiving dirty pics and msg from Shor, and i just said jokingly...."oh so it is alright for you to look at dirty msg, but i get in trouble for looking at someone else's phone...and just laughed....as if to say how hypocritical.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of taxi and he started going ballistic. He just was going off at me and i again was trying to calm him down, but he was irate. He stormed out and drove off in his car. I just sat back and waited for him...i tried to ring him, but he just kept hanging up on me. So I text him "come get your shit tomorrow, i am sick of your bullshit'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next minute he was at the front door, knocking, i opened the door, but i had clipped the security door. He said to let him in so he could get his stuff, i told him to come back the next day and shut the door......welll........he broke the security door apart and broke into the house, before i could even ring the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to my sons room and stayed there until i heard him leave. He scares the shit out of me. He is psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved the rest of his stuff out on Saturday, i just stayed at my parent place until he had it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the most stupid thing in the world.....I MISS HIM.....I LOVE HIM.....I am heartbroken...very very heartbroken....I dont think i will ever get over this guy...ever....i know how stupid that sounds and I know that we just shouldn't be together because we are like dynamite. but i love him, i ache for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told anyone this, i haven't spoken to him. I am staying away from him like i know i should.....I know eventually it will not hurt so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know how long i am going to be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6042199624862652573?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6042199624862652573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6042199624862652573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6042199624862652573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6042199624862652573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6341331822303047893</id><published>2007-07-25T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:54:30.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>sore and frustrated today</title><content type='html'>MD is the most frustrating fucker i have ever met.  He soooo rubs me up the wrong way.  He is illogical and i hate people who do not think logically.  He had a friend who saw his harley in another town, so instead of just ring that police station in that town and reporting it to them so they are aware of the sighting,   oh fuck no that is too fucking sensible.   He decides to get his fucking daughter to find a friend who works there and get her to contact him and tell him, so that he knows....what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If MD really wanted his harley back he would just phone the police and report it....i dont understand.   Why get his daughter involved in this and contacting a someone she knows, just because he works at the police station in that town......i suppose it is so his daughter feels important that she is involved in reporting this to this guy....i dont fucking know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him this and guess what his reply was "i am too busy here at work"  oh fuck me.  this guy is never busy at work.   He plays backgammon on the pc most afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bet though that MD will be the first person telling people how the police are not doing anything to help him find it.....he can't even help himself....so what the fuck does he expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for our fares to go away next feb,  yes i fucking paid.   If i waited for him we would never get a flight up there to connect with the boat. so i had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD hasn't even started organising his passport yet....i think he is hoping that he will run out of time and not be able to come......i dont understand that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am dissin' people who do not think logically and yet i am still with this fucked head of a guy......logically i should have kicked his arse to the curb years ago....so maybe i am not as perfect as i thought.  god he pisses me off, he irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sore today,  just my stomach muscles so i am glad about that...obviously something was effected by all that exercise.  I did expect to be a lot sorer then i am so maybe i didn't quite give it as much as i could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning i am going to work my butt off, well hopefully it will get smaller at least....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6341331822303047893?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6341331822303047893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6341331822303047893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6341331822303047893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6341331822303047893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/sore-and-frustrated-today.html' title='sore and frustrated today'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-1656901730699512956</id><published>2007-07-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:47:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pumped</title><content type='html'>My back is great,  i went back to chiro on Tuesday and i feel really good....a little tender still but nothing compared to last week.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really pumped today....i started "boot camp", this morning.  well it isn't actually boot camp,  that is just what the guys here at work are calling it.  I am meeting with a personal trainer three mornings a week for 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was up at 530 this morning and a friend picked me up and off we went,  to do treatmill, excercise bike, boxing, skipping, step ups and sit ups......oh my god.  i didn't realise how unfit i was but i enjoyed it....i really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am expecting to have really sore muscles tomorrow...hahaha...and my post tomorrow will be the opposite of todays....just meer whinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is flying over on the weekend with my neice and nephew i am pumped about that too.  Can't wait to catch up to them all.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study is still going and going.....i am stressing about it...but what the fuck can i do about it really?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i plod on and just hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6837429106978056205?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6837429106978056205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6837429106978056205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6837429106978056205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6837429106978056205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/pain-relief.html' title='Pain relief'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-127894852356105391</id><published>2007-07-17T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:48:22.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain threshold</title><content type='html'>What is the normal pain threshold for a female?  I feel like i am living on the edge this week.  My shoulder/neck is killing me.  I have never felt such excruitiating pain.   I am still working, as i can't see the point in sitting at home feeling sorry for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are being great, KC is the most affectionate kid,  he adores me and he always makes me feel good even by just asking me if i am okay and if he can get me anything.  I love my kids, i am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, as i am not sure what else i should be doing.  People have told me to go have a massage, but the thought of someone actually touching my shoulder/neck makes me feel sick.  No way could someone massage me without sending me through the fucking roof.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the doctor will xray and see what is wrong.  It feels like i hve dislocated my shoulder....welll i think that is what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing Spaghetti bol for dinner tonight, going to teach KC how to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides not feeling too good and still popping pain relief tablets,  life is pretty boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2962735221147370350?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2962735221147370350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2962735221147370350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2962735221147370350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2962735221147370350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/mellow-yellow.html' title='Mellow yellow'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-375685112981194846</id><published>2007-07-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:14:13.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snarly face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>Didn't do it</title><content type='html'>No, i didn't do it....i just couldnt tell the boss.   I know that SFB is right up his arse and I don't want to look like the petty one, upset over a cappacino, so i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking how this bitch is getting to me,  i know that i have the power to not let her get to me, but fuck this girl is full on.   I purchased a new computer which was getting delivered to work,  i asked her if she could ring me if it turned up on Monday (as i had day off work),  well it arrived and the bitch didn't even ring me, after i specifically asked her too.   I spent time getting the company to trace it for me, because i thought it had gotten lost in transition, and they actually came back and said that it had been delivered to my work address that afternoon.   Why didn't she ring me?   It wouldn't have cost her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why and guess what her response was...."oh, i was just so flat out here at work i didnt' get time".....well fucken bullshit if i have ever heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dont like her and she obviously doesn't like me, and i am trying to be nice and polite as usual and biting my tongue...but FUCK SHE PISSES ME OFF BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD has gone away working for a few days, so i am looking forward to having the bed to my self,  just to be able to spread out, hog the blankets and pillows...mmmm bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to study without feeling guilty about not spending time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay had my bitch for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-375685112981194846?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/375685112981194846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=375685112981194846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/375685112981194846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/375685112981194846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/didnt-do-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t do it'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5469533576830295515</id><published>2007-06-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:18:55.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snarly face'/><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Dinner last night with the people from work was great.  Lots of laughs, nice wine and fantastic food.  I really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pissed off this morning though because.....here comes the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday a guy came into the office and asked Snarly face bitch (SFB) to do a job for him, so when boss was at lunch SFB came to me and said that she didn't know how to do it, so i told her to just type information into computer and i would do all the setting out and printing etc.   So she done that and then i spent about 10 minutes reorganising her work so that we could present it to the guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When boss came back from lunch SFB asked if she should charge client and he said no it wasn't a big job,  so she told the guy that there was no charge and the guy handed her $5 and told her to buy herself a coffee.  She gave money to boss and he actually gave her the money and then shouted her a cappacino for doing the job.....what the fuck is it...not once did she mention that i had done the fucking job and she is reaping the rewards.  I dont want to be petty because it is petty, but i dont think the boss realises how much work i do for that SFB.  He keeps praising her up and yet i do a lot of her work whenever he isn't in the office, she comes running to me to explain things to her etc.  it shits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will approach the boss and explain the situation and let him know that i just wanted him to know because i think he doesn't realise how much of her work i am actually doing it....should i do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn between just letting it go AGAIN.....or tell him.....will it make me look like i am searching for recognition,  which i am not.  i guess i just want him to know that she 'ISN'T ALL THAT".  Is this nasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know how to go about this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5469533576830295515?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5469533576830295515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5469533576830295515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5469533576830295515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5469533576830295515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-3136587760623681876</id><published>2007-06-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:10:59.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay</title><content type='html'>I feel great today...one extreme to another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for dinner tonight with all the people from work.  Boss is shouting.  So that should be good. Snarly face bitch has even been very very nice to me for the last couple of days....maybe the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are going good and even though my life is boring i am feeling okay today, hopefully this feeling will last a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays start at the end of this week and my daughters birthday next week, which is costing me a fortune, but i am so determined to give her a birthday party.  When i was a kid, i never had any parties, not one.  My parents always said that they couldn't afford it.  So i missed out.  I finally got a party for my 21st, which was really quite ordinary.  So at least i got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids get one every year, until they decide that they don't want one anymore theni will stop.  So Shan has 9 girls coming Ten Pin Bowling, it will be a blast. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love parties, even if it is for an 8 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-3136587760623681876?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3136587760623681876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=3136587760623681876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3136587760623681876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3136587760623681876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay.html' title='Okay'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5668800233320503149</id><published>2007-06-25T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:42:23.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippy Girl'/><title type='text'>So ordinary</title><content type='html'>This week has been so ordinary...that it makes me sick.  I am so bored with my life.  I work, I clean the house, cook dinner for the kids and MD each night(by the way we have started a new regime at home, we each have a night to cook dinner) so i help the kids do that two nights a week.. Eventually they will be able to cook something themselves...can't wait for that!!!  I study each night and on weekends......that is it!!!  that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippy girl sent me an email last Friday saying that she might come over and see me Friday night if they dont go to the city.....well by about 6.30 she hadn't shown up so i told the kids to get dressed so i could take them out for dinner.   Well she showed up just as we were about to walk out the door...I invited them to come with us but she had her nose out of joint.  I have pissed her off because she came around and i was going out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really easy to upset Hippy girl,  it is quite annoying really as the Friday night before she said that she was coming around - and she didn't turn up, nor did she ring to say that she couldn't make it.     I stayed home all night just in case she turned up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get shitty even though we were going away on the Saturday and i really wanted to do the shoping on the Friday night, instead i had to run around early Saturday morning and do it......yet i didn't get upset with her,  i just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wont be talking to me now and you know what i dont care anymore...I have had this girl over for dinner at least 10 times when her boyfriend is away working, just so she isn't alone.....she has never invited me over to her place for dinner...never....so again i feel like i am being used.  I work full time and have kids,  she only works two days a week without kids and yet she feels that i dont pay her enough attention....what the fuck is that about....i am busy...i can't just drop everything all the time for her....my kids wanted me to take them out for dinner....i have told them i was...they had gone and got dressed and was excited about it....what was i suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it all, fuck my boring life, fuck my stupid emotional friends...i am sick of it. really sick of trying to please everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6110078077159442397?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6110078077159442397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6110078077159442397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6110078077159442397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6110078077159442397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-8649286094197633580</id><published>2007-06-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:44:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastation</title><content type='html'>We are devastated.....our weekend started off great, we left on Saturday morning, everyone met at our house and we drove the 2 hours down to Yob's holiday house....the kids were straight on their motorbikes,  i even had a ride on MD's new one,  which is so big, that he has to catch me when i want to get off because my feet don't touch the ground...it was all fun....UNTIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad rang on Sunday morning, he had been going around to feed our dogs.....MD's Harley had been stolen....yep fucking stolen from our garage on the Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang police and reported it,  they came around to house and checked things out, but there is no fingerprints and they had no leads....we have no idea who has done this....MD is devastated.....the kids are paranoid, hearing noises at night etc...they are scared that whoever it was is coming back.....i have to keep reassuring them that the robber will not be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are not good this week.  MD is depressed and feeling sick....I am starting to get angry because the bastards have taken his pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking low life - lower then pig shit juice people that go into someone else's house and steal something that we love....they should be fucking shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping that we come across it soon.......it is heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-8649286094197633580?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8649286094197633580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=8649286094197633580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8649286094197633580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8649286094197633580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/devastation.html' title='Devastation'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6708670267926494359</id><published>2007-06-06T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:55:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well shit happens</title><content type='html'>Work is yukky,  really yukky,  snarly face bitch seems to be gloomy all the time,  i am just being myself and she is being quiet and fucking acting stupid....not looking me in the face and mummbling the answers when i ask her something.....the fucking stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even bothering with her today....just being my happy self and chatting to everyone,  i am even including her in my conversations but she just seems to be an unhappy sappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading away this weekend with JB, LB, Yob, Leo, MD, me and the kids...It should be a great weekend, we are all going to Yob's holiday house, which is set on a few acres in the middle of nowhere in particular and we are all taking down the dirt bikes, so the guys and kids will be motorbike riding nearly all weekend, me Leo and LB will probably just hang out, drink a few bottles of wine,  cook some food and basically chill.....i am really looking forward to it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to collect fire wood and have a bon fire...which the kids will love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are looking good for me this weekend...lets hope they stay that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out last Saturday night for dinner with JB and guyfriend turned up....MD was great...he told me later that he still didn't feel comfortable but it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does everyone think like this....after sleeping with someone they dont' seem to look as sexy or attractive as they once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the guyfriend was hot, but now he just looks quite pathetic really.....a single 30 something guy, who is desperate to settle down......but too choosy to do that.....but complains about it all the time.   Yep pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think he is nice enough as a friend, but my perspective of him has changed....strange that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not coming this weekend, well i dont think he is....i hope he isn't or MD will not let me out of his sight and that will make it uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have a great weekend with my kids and my friends....am i asking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6708670267926494359?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6708670267926494359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6708670267926494359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6708670267926494359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6708670267926494359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-well-shit-happens.html' title='Oh well shit happens'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-6113856608744886118</id><published>2007-06-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:16:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still hate her</title><content type='html'>I hate the word hate and yet i just can't stand that snarly face bitch....she really pisses me off and i know it sounds petty being about the coffees, but there is only three of us in this office and i can't even fathom that i would buy two of those people a coffee and just not buy one for the other person...i feel that is rude and the more i think about it the more it upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me? Have i done something to this bitch that makes her not like me? I now feel like i shouldn't really worry about such a trivial thing, but it has hurt my feelings and to make it worse, she is so fucking fake to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is her prerogative to buy me one or not, but now i feel even more pissed off that the boss has asked me to buy coffees for everyone on Wednesday mornings (even her), so i have to bite my fucking tongue and just buy her one each Wednesday and Friday even when she wont buy one for me when she goes on the other days......i feel like throwing the fucking coffee all over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people naturally nasty, or is in their genes, i dont think i could be rude or nasty to anyone, well not directly, so that it was noticeable....i just couldn't do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is me and maybe i rub people up the wrong way, well i would prefer them to tell me that at the time, rather then wait and pay me back, which then i don't understand or remember what i have possibly done to upset them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all, i will just keep being the fucking nice person that i am and yet under my breathe i am killing her slowly with my fucking thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine always says "what goes around, comes around".....well watch out snarly bitch....better start watching your back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-6113856608744886118?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6113856608744886118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=6113856608744886118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6113856608744886118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/6113856608744886118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-still-hate-her.html' title='I still hate her'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4241613704799007999</id><published>2007-06-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:51:59.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick of this shit</title><content type='html'>I am sooo sooo pissed off. I decided to grab a coffee on the way to work and rang the office to see if they wanted one too.  Well snarly face bitch answers the phone and tells me that, no, they dont want one because she has already gotten coffees for herself and boss....well fucking excuse me....i at least have the decency to ring and ask everyone if they want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch only buys one for herself and the boss and fucking leaves me out....well fuck them all.   I have been shitty with her ever since and so the air here at work is very very tense.   she said to me...."sorry for not buying you one, but i didn't know if you were coming in or not"....what the fuck is that about....I WORK EVERY FUCKING DAY.....and i have a mobile phone which she could have had the decency to ring and just fucking ask me.......whenever she gets to work and wants one, she never have trouble ringing me on other mornings and asking me to pick one up for her....so fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over this,  i dont really want to work somewhere where there is no team respect.....god this was such a good job i wish i had never recommended that snarly faced bitch......it has really come back to bite me on the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand what i have done....if i have done anything at all......i dont know if it is her way of sucking up the bosses arse or whether she is intentionally pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can play that game too and if she doesn't watch out i can make this place fucking unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it fucking on snarly face bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-1280169227460733110?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1280169227460733110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=1280169227460733110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/1280169227460733110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/1280169227460733110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-this-fair.html' title='Is this fair ?'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4957986076424239186</id><published>2007-05-30T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:17:35.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>Whats the go?</title><content type='html'>I have been slack in the blog department.  but hey, shit happens,  i have had other things going on in my life and i haven't really had time to sit down and thing enough to write something worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email this morning from a client,  great couple who often forward funny emails to me and the other guys here at work.  well i noticed that the person who had forwarded this email to the couple had also forwarded a copy to MD's email address?????  It is a girl who i have always thought MD had a bit of a fling with....he denies it but always says how they are really good friends....how can a guy have a really good female friend,  i dont believe in that.   I think that there is always some sexual conitation to any friendship between different sexes.  I am not saying that he has acted on this, but it is unrealistic to think that a guy can like a girl with him thinking that she is okay, or good enough to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never mentioned to me that he receives emails from this girl and he hasn't even forwarded that email on to me?????  so i am just waiting to see if he does, then i will ask him who sent that to him as it is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just see what he says....i am sure that he will lie to me.   This is the guy who tells everyone that he has never lied in his life and is the most honest and direct person they could met......what a load of shit....this guy does lie,  he just is good at covering his tracks enough that people dont question him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have had my rant today.....cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i have been drinking again,  not much, but enough to keep me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4957986076424239186?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4957986076424239186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4957986076424239186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4957986076424239186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4957986076424239186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-go.html' title='Whats the go?'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2873517363851072089</id><published>2007-05-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:22:41.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>One weekend coming up</title><content type='html'>Okay the weekend is near and i have no plans yet again.  I know i need to clean the house,  it is fucking horrible, and no angel is going to fall out of the sky and do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep putting stuff off around the house, like the lawns,  mopping the bathroom floor etc.   but now it is beyond ignoring, i will have to do it.   So domestic shit is on the cards for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids will be hanging around, so i assume they will want me to do something with them. Not sure what, but thats cool,  i like hanging out with them...they are fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD is spending the weekend doing his stuff, so i wont see much of him.  Not sure if that is a good thing or not.  I am still scared that the shit will hit the fan at some stage about the guyfriend night.  Just holding my breathe for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been fantastic and i am still in shock about it all....i mean i fucked up, with another guy and he seems okay about it...????????? seems strange...but anyway i am trying not to think about it too much....too stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has even been doing the text sex messages to me today,  i love that, we send really really filthy messages to each other during the day, things that we would like to do to each other...it blows him away.  He loves it and i enjoy it too.   So i just got a very very raunchy msg from him about my black pants that i have on today...mmmmmm makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will continue to send sexy sms's to him today and hopefully things will be great again tonight and the weekend will turn out good.  Well i am not going out, so i can't see how i can fuck up this weekend....but then again...i don't seem to have much trouble doing that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2873517363851072089?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2873517363851072089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2873517363851072089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2873517363851072089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2873517363851072089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-weekend-coming-up.html' title='One weekend coming up'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-7571978651066728666</id><published>2007-05-21T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:00:13.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>Eerie</title><content type='html'>Things are eerie around the house, MD is being fucking fantastic considering the situation he found me in on Friday night.....it makes me uncomfortable. I keep waiting for the explosion to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i kissed guyfriend outside the pub before we got in the taxi, i just dont know whether anyone saw me, so i am hoping beyond hope that no one mentions it to MD. Every time the phone rings and it is MD, i expect him to go off his face at me...that he has heard something else, or that he knows that me and guyfriend were getting it on.....oh i am so stressed about this....i wish he would just come out and fucking go ballistic, like he normally does. It is so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few months, when i have fucked up he hasn't done that, he hasnt gone ballistic and blew me apart, i think he is scared that i will fuck him off. For years and years he was able to go off at me for nothing, accuse me of everything, treat me like shit and i constantly put up with it, i always begged for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i split with him last year and i actually told him to fuck off and i even had to threaten him with a restraining order if he didn't leave me alone, he has been different ever since we got back together. I think i have scared him. Maybe after all these years he has realised that i will and can fuck him off and i will not fall apart and be a mess. I think this is the reason for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is being so good to me, i dont even know if i deserve him being so nice to me. I know that he has doubts about me and guyfriend and that he is pretty sure that we were doing something, but he is not threatening me......strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should be accusing me and call me names and threatening to walk out on me, BUT HE ISN'T........he is being fucking nice to me....what the fuck is going on in his mind????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am on my best behaviour again for awhile...no more sexy lingering kisses with strange men, no more getting drunk, just me being boring for awhile....i think MD deserves that from me....at least for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7571978651066728666?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7571978651066728666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7571978651066728666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7571978651066728666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7571978651066728666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/eerie.html' title='Eerie'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-5312223781184600505</id><published>2007-05-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:45:52.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guyfriend'/><title type='text'>I did it again</title><content type='html'>I fucked up AGAIN.....i went out on Friday night, met up with a group of friends, MD was feeling shit so he went off home,  i stayed out with everyone drinking....ended up drinking way too much and went home with a guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this guy friend (besides being very very sexy) is a great friend, we have been friends for years and even though there has always been a bit of sexual tension between us, we have never acted on it.   He admits that he should have grabbed me when he had the chance, which was prior to MD coming into my life,  but he missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ended up with just me and guyfriend at the bar and we were talking shit basically,  he has just recently split from his girlfriend, so most of the conversation was directed to that.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure exactly what happened but ended up in Taxi at his house,  still chatting etc etc etc...(you get the drift!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next minute MD was banging on the front door, fucking yelling out for us to open the door etc,  he smashed the pane of glass besides the front door and actually climbed through,  with me and guyfriend just standing there in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home with Md, with him accusing me all the way home of fucking up....i refused to answer him and i have just left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been great all weekend,  i think he believes that nothing happened between me and guyfriend and hopefully that is the end of that fucking matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so disappointed in myself for putting myself in that predicament.  I fuck up so bad when i am pissed and i often don't think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that MD can really get over this,  i know that he doesn't trust me already, so after this he may never let me out of his sight again.  Which i must admit i deserve.     I do love MD, and i do know that he loves to me, but why do i keep fucking up this relationship???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-5312223781184600505?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5312223781184600505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=5312223781184600505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5312223781184600505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/5312223781184600505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2358722590038172609</id><published>2007-05-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:14:38.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippy Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LB'/><title type='text'>Down again</title><content type='html'>I am up and down like a fucking yoyo.....feeling good yesterday and yet today i feel down for no real reason, just because i fucking can!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tense and on edge, maybe because it is the weekend and i have no plans. yet again - besides study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking at lunch today, that i really don't hear from anyone anymore.  I use to get asked out all the time, my friends were in constant contact, but recently they seem to have vanished.  I dont understand.....is it because we have all become old and homely.  We dont do much anymore except work and stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to find a new group of friends,  ones that enjoy themselves and make fucking plans to get out and about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand Kat not wanting to catch up much, she is back into the smoking dope thing, so she veges at home off her face most weekends,  she is fucking a married man and has him on speed dial, so she is stoned and gets laid whenever she wants...she is in heaven apparantly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippy girl and Prince are off to the city this weekend to visit relo's.  I haven't heard from Rach in months,  MJ is working all weekend, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will just have to hang out with MD and his mates again this weekend,  JB &amp; LB are great people and i do enjoy myself, but i am sick of the same ol' same ol'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want fun and adventure and new people and fucking something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Im grumpy and hard to please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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I then borrowed a cigarette off him and that was about it. just sat with LB and chatted. I was leaving and i just yelled out cya to Cubb (who was working behind bar) and Tat yelled out to me "we are having a few drinks here tomorrow night for the Anniversary of the Bar, come down" so i said i would and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night we actually had to go down for Princes birthday, which Hippy Girl just happened to book a room at the bar for drinks and nibblies. Tat was in the bar and again he asked how i was going. I said great and i told him i was feeling a little embarrased, he just looked at me and said not to be embarrased that we had done nothing wrong - but he was finding it hard because MD kept making conversation with him. I think he felt a little guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home about 9.30 alone, as MD wanted to stay and drink and i was driving (again no drinking...pat on back for me), and KC was at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD got home about 1 oclock, pissed as a fart, spewed in toilet and then came to bed....when he got in bed he asked me if i had ever flashed my tits at the guys behind the bar....and i said NO WAY. Why areyou asking me that....and he just said are you sure????? What the Fuck !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i have never done that, i have way too much class for that kind of behaviour and i would never and have never flashed my tits at anyone. So the next morning i told him i was a little offended with him asking me that and i asked if he thought i would really do something like that....he just said that i was taking it the wrong way, that he just asked me a question....?????? this guys a fucken idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i walked out of the room (feeling like he thinks i am trash), i just said "fuck you MD". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess the fuck what happened yesterday and this morning....he is shitty with me for say "fuck you".....DUH...... he is not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking sick of this guy insulting me and then getting shitty with me when i say something about it.....like i have insulted him now for saying "fuck you".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of arguing with this guy, he puts me down to people all the time, he insults me and insinuates to his family that i am slutting around on him. They all hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say anything, then he gets shitty with me....what the fuck is that about.....i don't know if i am loosing it...i really don't know anymore. Maybe i need to go see someone. Just so they can confirm either way whether i am fucking nuts or whether i am thinking logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally apologise to MD when he behaves like this, just to stop the arguement....but fuck him this time...if he can't apologise for insulting me then why the fuck should i apologise for telling him "fuck you"......i am going to be stubborn this time and i dont give a fuck how long he doesn't talk to me for. Maybe he will get sick of it and move the fuck out of my life for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over feeling like scum......he makes me feel trashy and yet he is suppose to love me....i dont understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-3802423073269989025?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3802423073269989025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=3802423073269989025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3802423073269989025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/3802423073269989025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/shitty-weekend.html' title='Shitty Weekend'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-9140376652825999191</id><published>2007-05-10T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:30:40.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>Fridayitis</title><content type='html'>It is Friday and i am feeling tense, shitty, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD has pissed me off again, nothing big, just him being him. snarly face bitch has pissed me off again here in the office too, so i am having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worries me that it is Friday and i usually drink on Friday night, i am feeling pissed off and i am going to have to really try not to get stuck into it tonight when i am home alone, which i know i will be because MD will be off to MT pub, as he always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the kids this weekend, so i am preparing myself to just watch DVD's and veg out, WITHOUT alcohol,,,how boring with that be.....i am already think to myself that maybe i could just grab a bottle of scotch and have a few quiet ones on my own and no one would need to know......that is cheating isn't it??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fuck it, i think i will do just that....just a couple, not many....and i have been good for a whole fucking lifetime week. well that is what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broke too, so that is pissing me off big time...i think i have about $20 in my account to last till next wednesday and i will have to use the fucking credit card for any purchases i make, plus my car is on fucking empty.....YES I AM PISSED OFF TODAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-9140376652825999191?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/9140376652825999191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=9140376652825999191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/9140376652825999191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/9140376652825999191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/fridayitis.html' title='Fridayitis'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-4493573995139061124</id><published>2007-05-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:32:18.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippy Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worker girl'/><title type='text'>Pat on back</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling great.  I haven't had a drink in 5 days....well should i consider Kalua and milk as a drink,  it was only one small glass.....well i am not going to include that.....because i will probably drink those if i should ever go out and i am sure that you would need to drink a fucking bucket full just to get a small buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am still considering myself sober.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD has been feeling a little off colour lately..can't sleep. He keeps asking me to go to the doctors and get him some sleeping tablets, because his doctor refuses to give them to him.....i haven't been yet as i dont think that he really needs them...he is getting dependant on them....god im a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with the girls today, just the girls...and it was so nice, Worker girl and Hippy Girl both are great chicks and we get along so well,   Hippy Girl mentioned that it was Princes birthday, who is her boyfriend on Saturday so she is going to call and let me know details of what we will do to celebrate it with him.  That will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides being sober, working hard,  studying hard and being a mum, life is pretty much the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-4493573995139061124?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4493573995139061124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=4493573995139061124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4493573995139061124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/4493573995139061124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/pat-on-back.html' title='Pat on back'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-548699079216731961</id><published>2007-05-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:16:39.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><title type='text'>light flash</title><content type='html'>i have finally seen the light.....i met a guy on Friday night who admitted to me that he is an alcoholic and he attends meetings and hasnt had a drink in 18 months....wow....i was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a sign....i had been drinking heavily all night, had argued with MD (who had walked off and left me), and i was feeling pretty shitty with myself for 1. being so pissed off my face,&lt;br /&gt;2. being drunker then everyone i was out with&lt;br /&gt;3. fighting with MD (i was a nasty piece of work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i discussed with him how i thought i had a drinking problem and he shared with me his tale of being an alcoholic....i couldn't believe that i met someone, right at the time that i was feeling so disgusted in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up Saturday morning with a whole new outlook....no more alcohol.....i even went out Saturday night with friends and drove...so i didn't drink....i was amazed at how much fun i had sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really strongly about this, i am sure that i can do this, i feel like a light has gone off in my head and i am in control...i do not need to be drunk to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the gym yet, i am going tonight at 5 oclock, so i am hoping that i can trade one addiction for another - i can't see it happening...but it is a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is to the new sober me, who goes to the gym... cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-548699079216731961?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/548699079216731961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=548699079216731961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/548699079216731961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/548699079216731961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/light-flash.html' title='light flash'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-7503182941910707398</id><published>2007-05-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:34:29.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have weight issues</title><content type='html'>I think i have just about whinged about everything in this blog except my issues with weight. Well here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat, look fat and cant even remember when i felt skinny. I know i am about 10kg's overweight and it drives me nuts. It consumes me, my every waking hour i think about my weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at every girl i see and compare my body to theirs. Is this normal? Do other girls do this? I wonder !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been small, always been about 45 kg, up until i turned 30. since then i have just put on so much weight. I have tried about every diet known to man and i just can't stick them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a drinking problem (well i dont consider it a drinking problem - only my "little angel conscious" does). I drink way to much alcohol. Everyday i have some kind of alcoholic drink, i get drunk, or should i say i consume way too much every weekend. I know this is why i cant lose weight but i can't give that up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i done the unbelieveable thing of booking back into the gym. so off i go on Friday and start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that i know i am going to feel like a beer or something when i get home from work...i always do. So i am going to have to exercise extra to compensate for my alcohol consumption. That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-7503182941910707398?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7503182941910707398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=7503182941910707398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7503182941910707398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/7503182941910707398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-weight-issues.html' title='i have weight issues'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-2100877618476469967</id><published>2007-04-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:18:39.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HM'/><title type='text'>All is okay</title><content type='html'>Well we had an argument on Friday night when he finally arrived home. I just basically told him that if he had jealousy issues that he should get some help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him i was sick of fighting with him and that if we were going to keep fighting then there was no point to our relationship. He backed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside and was sitting have a smoke, he came and sat beside me and told me that he did trust me, that he didn't want to keep fighting with me and that he loved me and was not interested in anyone else. He asked me to delete all contact with HM, which i told him i would do - and i have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since then he has been a dream again. He is sweet, helping around the house, just generally be fantastic......so why am i still thinking of Tat.?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop.....i know it is wrong, i know that i shouldn't even have him on my mind and that MD is my man and I think about him too, but i feel excited when i think of Tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing will become of me and Tat, we may never even kiss again, but I keep fantasizing about him....mmmm... he is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and adore MD, we have fantastic sex and he really turns me on, so i dont understand why i would be thinking of Tat, who is probably hopeless in bed and has a small dick !!!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why? I suppose it is not hurting anyone - me thinking of him - and i am not acting on the impulses that i feel - and no one needs to know (shhh LH). So stuff it, i will keep fantasizing my little fucking heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i happen to bump into him this weekend (oh god i hope i do), i will just smile and never let him know that i have been dreaming about him day and night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my little secret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-2100877618476469967?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2100877618476469967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=2100877618476469967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2100877618476469967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/2100877618476469967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-it-okay.html' title='All is okay'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-1431753846909305833</id><published>2007-04-26T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:22:25.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Well i accidently fucked up....well that is my life summed up, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forwarded an email onto everyone in my address book and forgot to delete HM's email address, so of course MD has rang and asked if i am still speaking to or in contact with HM and that he was going to go and get on the pc and chat up some girls.  That if i could do it so could he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said - ok, do what you want.....but now i regret saying that because he will follow through...he is the type of guy that chats up women and can't help but sleep with them...that is just the kind of guy that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will now be meeting girls in the city, because he will use my email as an excuse to do so.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is just another notch in the road towards break up....it is inevitable.  we just can't seem to get things right.  just when things are going okay...he has this jealousy thing.....i dont understand how he can be so mad at me about this, when he has done nothing but chat up girls, talk to them on the phone, spend time with them at lunch, take them out for coffee etc and yet i am accused of being the one that is fucking up this relationship because i emailed a guy a fucking joke......i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it is just a matter of time.  i am so sick of trying,  relationships shouldn't be this hard...why is he so "onto" me, all the fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes sure he knows where i am 24/7.  He questions me consistantly about who i have spoken to what they have said etc,  when i try to get a little time back for me and i actually speak to someone, or fucking email them,  he goes ballistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have what he has always had....fucking freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just aint going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-1431753846909305833?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1431753846909305833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=1431753846909305833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/1431753846909305833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/1431753846909305833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-8528393083270613498</id><published>2007-04-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:59:46.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy pills</title><content type='html'>I went back to doctors last week and got another script for my happy pills, i hadn't had a chance to fill the script till today and boy do i need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling shitty all day, snarly bitch has pissed me right off and I feel like i am going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have trouble with drug dealing neighbours who live across the road and I talk about it at work, just the usual, it is no big deal to me, but i often laugh about the traffic pulling into our street etc. Today she mentioned to me, that she heard the I live in the scummiest street in town....what the fuck.....i dont need to hear that.....i also know that it isn't true, so i dont know why she would say it.....probably just to make me feel bad....well i hope that one day a drug dealer moves in across the road or preferably next door to her....fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't choose who my neighbours are and snarly face's partner is a cop and if he was doing his job properly then i wouldn't be living in the "scummiest street",....would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is how i started off my day...feeling pissed off towards her. I dont understand people who say things just for the sake of hurting someone's feelings. Those people piss me right off....no wonder I need medication, working with that snarly bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking about Tat, i am feeling guilty, not so much about the kissy thing, but because i am worried that the "other guys at the bar" know that we kissed, and i really dont/didn't want them to know...I dont want them thinking that i would do that to one of "us". We are a good group of friends and I dont want to be upsetting any of them....we have all had the great flirty friendships in the past and that is why we all get along so well....I just hope i haven't stuffed it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they dont think any less of me for kissing their "married" mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont regret kissing him, i am actually looking forward to the next time we get the chance to do it again....oh i am so naughty . my friend "slutty jen" would be very impressed with that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slutty jen" is a slut, a fantastic girl, who i love immensely, but wow does she fuck around. Men, Women, both (she does prefer women though)...whatever, she is up for it.....i admire her in some ways because she is so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i ever get the chance I am definately going to take it, i love a good kisser and this guy rocks my socks. He is definately fuckable material, even if i never get that far. I am have even been worried that he is feeling a little guilty, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to NOT venture down to bar for awhile, (probably a few weeks), just to let things cool down in case they all know about the kiss thing, hopefully by then it will be cool and i can get drunk, flirt with the boys and enjoy my time there again, without feeling a little slutty - not that slutty is bad !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5937874261064089321-8528393083270613498?l=dreamhaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8528393083270613498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5937874261064089321&amp;postID=8528393083270613498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8528393083270613498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5937874261064089321/posts/default/8528393083270613498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamhaze.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-pills.html' title='Happy pills'/><author><name>HAZEY - DREAM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5937874261064089321.post-476498357632279173</id><published>2007-04-23T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:15:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange feelings</title><content type='html'>I feel strange, well i always feel strange, but since having the big tonguey with Tat i feel very wierd. We are just friends and yet i cant stop thinking about him. I think it is just the thought of what could have happened, but i just cant get him off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am physically attracted to this guy, but that is it....it would never be anything else, maybe that is why i am thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore MD in a deep soul kinda way, i know that MD is a fucking pain in the arse and sometimes he treats me like a piece of shit, but he is my man.... and even as bad as our relationship gets, i would never split with him for someone else.....no one could compare to the love that i have for MD. I just can't figure out why i am thinking of this guy? It is so bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when i will see him next, whether i will bump into him somewhere.....but then i dont really want to do that.....we are both in relationships....so what is the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that i have cheated and i am going through a guilt thingo?????? It was just a fantastic absolutely hot as fucking hot KISS. No big deal, right ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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