All Characters In This Said Piece Are Factual And Although You Might Not Be Named (And Righty So Shamed) You Are A Force To Be Reckoned In My Story.

Having Said That, Unless You Still Receive 3am Drunken Love Poems Via Electronic Mediums, You Were Unfortunately Just A Spur Of the Moment Obessession. Get.Over.It. Love. Bitterness And Angry Aint Pretty. Be Happy You Are Being Acknowledged.

No Men Were Intentially Or (That) Severly Injuried In The Events Of This Blog. Most Of You Asked For It And Enjoyed The Best Part Of The Experience.

As A Wise Man Once Said, What's Life Without Pain?

Friday, 29 May 2009

Vain Man: Where the story should of ended

[Mia is 20 years old and is seeing a Country Bumpkin. Their 3 month relationship is turning sour. For Mia is a City Girl and despite her many attempts can not adjust to the country lifestyle (first and foremost, the whole flat shoes situation gave her a migraine)]

One night at home, while avoiding CB's phone calls, she hears VM's name in a movie she is watching and thinks of him. It had been a while since they had spoken and she wondered what he was doing.

The next morning, before she took the bus into the countryside, she dropped in to see VM. VM looked awful, he told her about his many sleepless nights and stank of Gin. Slutty Bitch had dumped him after rumours of her bedding another colleague emerged. This was now the 5th guy she had done this too and Mia was not impressed. Not knowing what to do or say to comfort him, she did the only thing she could think of and pulled out her phone, showing him a picture of her peachy bum in a tiny pink G-String. VM liked what he saw and asked for her number.
As she kissed him goodbye and walked down the stairs, she bumped into Slutty Bitch who shot her an eye look and walked off.

Over the next few days, Mia received a number of texts from VM, some of which she responded to and others she ignored. One day when she was bored, she texted VM her address and told him to come over in an hour. While she waited she dressed and tried to make herself look as naturally beautiful as she could.

When VM arrived, she hesitated. Although not friends, she had worked with him. Did she really want to do this?

VM led her upstairs to her (parents) bedroom and when it was all over, she hurried him out and told him she would call him. A promise she never planned to fulfill.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Vain Man

Vain Man is possibly the only true love Mia has experienced. Vain Man was tall, slim and had the bluer eyes than the crystal clear seas in Fiji (Mia has seen the pictures, she knows the score). VM had long chin length hair and at one point, it was longer than Mia's. At the time they were together, Mia was ready to give up everything. The story of VM can not be told in one sitting as it is long and complex which inevitably added Mia's name to the long list of burnt women who sought desperate measures to get even.

In Mia's opinion, VM is heads above the rest purely because he was the first man she ever lived with, the only one whom to this date has managed to train her into becoming domesticated and in a record time of 2 years went from lover to boyfriend to husband to ex-husband.

Mia first met VM when they both worked together as temps for the BBC. VM only worked 3 days a week and was sleeping with Slutty Bitch, whom at the time was an acquaintance Mia was fond off. Whenever Mia and VM worked together, they would amuse themselves with office gossip, tales of their own sex lives and play rude hangman in between their corporate conference calls.

Mia would often flirt with VM. He was easy on the eyes and it passed the time. They both shared the same passions of filthy talking and cutting corners in order to avoid any real hard work.

Months past and when Mia finished her contract and moved to another office, she became busy in her own world and lost in touch with VM...although their story had just begun.

Monday, 25 May 2009

Who is Mia Dickinson?

Mia is a twenty-something year old living the not-so high life in London Town. Born to an African Indian mother and a father of Dutch and Portuguese descent, she indulges in scandalous behaviour at all times that shocks her family who spend most of their time trying to hide her shenanigans from the close nit Indian society they live in.

In between running around on 6 inch Jimmy Choos from her day job as a Personal Trainer to her own PR Company, she likes to keep busy by corrupting innocent 18 year olds, battling her addiction to badboys and the search for Mr. Right Now

Constantly trying to "find herself", Mia has committed every cardinal sin known to womankind and has no shame in admitting so. She spent 10 months living the dream in Barcelona where she re-discovered her love for cocaine, had her step father arrested for battering the living hell out of her and on the whole has no idea what or whom she's doing next.

Despite a loving family, amazing friends and a thriving work life, Mia spends most of her waking hours lusting over men - her own and others. Her stories are beyond belief and at times, she does wonder how she manages to get herself into these situations. A true believer in being the uber social whore and having as much fun as possible before she FINALLY settles down and becomes a not so desperate housewife.

She blogs every inch of her innocence away, hoping that one day when she is old and possibly alone with only the company of her cats, she can look back and laugh at the life she once led. Sometimes she writes her blog as a diary, telling you of her day in blow-by-blow accounts; at other times (like now) she writes in the third person. This normally occurs when she is in story telling mood and assembling material for her future autobiography. Then there's the days when Mia really doesn't have the energy or the mental capability to write anything readable and will just fire off an entry about herself so you can get to know her just a LITTLE bit better.On the whole, Mia writes to entertain herself, her close friends (most of whom are mentioned) and the random strangers that stumble across her page by mistake.

So pull up a pew, top up your glass, get comfortable and quench your thirst for some juicy antics.