What Would T. Swift Do?

Jesus Herbie Christ, Mary and Joseph. What in the heck kinda rubbish did I publish? I just looked at my last blog, and it just had a random sentence that trailed off it at the end. What in the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. I was hurt. I was crying loads. I was devastated.

I spent the weekend after my first date since the ‘break-up’ in a haze. I don’t want to date anyone else. I don’t like this feeling of even thinking about being intimate with someone else. How do I ‘move’ on? How do I pull an Elizabeth Gilbert and let go of ‘us’? Send him light and love? Fuck that. I want to punch him in the face, because I haven’t been sleeping thanks to the crappy fucking pillows I let him convince me we needed for the bed.

Do other people have these kinds of problems when it comes to break-ups?

Yeah, her name is Taylor Swift. She has a hella-hot new boyfriend, so there’s hope for me yet. Or not…because this is the kind of messages I’m getting on the dating app now:

Cock Man Oppressor 2

 

My response was sincerely: Are you fucking kidding me?

 

Cockman Oppressor

 

Why do men think it’s okay to speak to women like that? I mean, I get it. It’s the internet, but still. Unless you’ve bought me a three day weekend in Barcelona, get your penis away from my golden vagina.

He blocked me shortly after, but not before my excellent screen shot skills came into play. That’s when I realized I was missing laughter in my life. No wonder my writing, my general mood, and all that is around me was becoming more and more complacent. I wasn’t laughing through it like I normally do!

Thanks to the Supreme Court, I’ve come to the conclusion:

Gay Friends First

I’ve never really been a relationship person. I don’t let people in. That’s what hurts so much about this particular break-up. This guy knew all of those things and chose to take me to a place that I have never been, then mysteriously disappeared like mother f’ing Batman. On the plus side, maybe I was dating Batman.

This week my friends have really come through for me, because they know that I don’t do ‘love’ or let people in like that, with words of encouragement and copious amounts of wine.

Pats And Eddie

I’ve stuck myself back into my career, and well you gotta have a hardcore vagina and a boat load of strength to be a female writer, comedian, and general bad-ass. *see Creative Writing below

 

True Careers 1                True Careers 2 LOL

 

No more winging about, like a heart-broken lunatic. I was so down in the dumps that I couldn’t see my strengths. I’m not gonna heal overnight. There was even a moment I told the ex that there was no God, and boy did ‘The Big Guy’ knock me down a notch. My whole world came to a halt. This relationship wasn’t a test of my strength. It was a test of my relationship with ‘The Big Guy’. I lost faith in everything including myself. But in the end, we patched things up. I figured it out when God made it abundantly clear:

 

God Forgives ME

It’s not my fault some guy hasn’t realized this about me yet:

 

Marry Her Yesterday

 

And until I meet Mr. Right, I’m gonna keep writing the way I want to write, with the kind of comedy I want to put in, no matter who it offends. Because this is about me, not ‘you’.

Go Make Art

And yeah, there will be days that I see things like this outside my house:

Red Balloon Over Bath

And my heart smiles thinking of all the reasons I loved this one man, and why this is so special to him.

 

And with that…I’m getting my sassy groove back. Because it’s gonna be alright.

“I’m just gonna shake it off!” *commence half-naked pants dancing in the living room, and yes my giant bay window faces the very public street.

xx Sassy Lil’ Biscuit

Summer of Fun

This was supposed to be the ‘Summer of Fun’. Instead it has been the Summer of Suck.

‘One thing after another’ has been the theme of the week. Someone kindly reminded me yesterday that my writing was sucking, too. *that comma is there to annoy him. 🙂

I lost sight of who I am. What I want. My drive, my focus, my passion. So, God hit the reset button.

 

Tammy Gif LOL

 

I was fighting ambiguous loss. I lost, the one person, the most important person in my life. I read an article in Elite Daily today, and it all started to make sense. We have to be able to learn from everything, especially the bad stuff. The stuff we don’t want to happen. Things we have no control over. “You don’t need someone who understands you, just someone who wants you,” Paul Hudson says in Dating. He goes on to say,

“If you want to find the right person to spend your life with, then find someone who recognizes you as being important enough to fight for.”

That’s it. When do we convince ourselves to let go of something that was important, and move on? Remember my three day rule from Hope You Have An Amazing Birthday…And Get Raped By a Bear? That didn’t apply here. I fought. I fought hard. With blogs, love letters, texts, calls, and an mp3 file via email. LOL. In the end I wasn’t important enough to fight for.

I know. That is a hard thing to admit, but you have to treat people who walk out of your life like the dead ones. You mourn them just like someone who commits suicide because there are no answers. The sooner you quit torturing yourself for them, the faster you can begin to heal. And how does this Sassy Lil’ Biscuit heal? With a new writing gig involving dating–and sex toys! Shit yeah. So, it’s back to online dating. “Hey Girl, looking for something serious?”

Trolling for Daddy

Also, it’s back to writing that second book…

Final Cover Thai

A journey of self-discovery, self-healing, learning how to live, and I mean really live. I’d Rather Die Than Eat Thai is a book about ambiguous loss, and how to pull yourself out of self-loathing. I thought this book would end with a true love story, but I’m not Elizabeth Gilbert. Then again, maybe I should be:

Eat Pray Love

I woke up today realizing that I haven’t eat in three days. I’ve been so depressed I just fucking forgot to eat. And I forgot to fucking curse. I forgot who I was…I forgot to moisturize. I can’t get saggy skin. OR bags under my very pretty eyes. I’m single.

So, I’m gonna eat some mother fucking pizza today. Screw weight loss.

pizza love

I also have a date tonight. No doubt you’ll hear about it soon. Just because someone walks out of your life doesn’t mean that you have to quit living. If they don’t want you, you need to surround yourself with people who do.

xx Sassy Lil’ Biscuit

My Blog Ruined My Life

This blog. My other blog. They have both ruined my life.

I started this thing to plug my first novella. A novella that I wanted women to relate to…the blog then carried on as a tale tale of dating. A world where I could share things that may or may not have happened in my life. My boyfriend read my post the other day. The first post I have made since we met. A post that was supposed to serve as an ‘underdog’ tale. One that lets everyone know that life is gonna be okay. No matter what happens.

Well, fuck my life. He didn’t read it that way. He somehow read that I was leaving him at the end of the summer.

Every guy I have ever dated, sorta dated, simply ‘talked’ to has hated my blog. I didn’t have a reason to blog with my boyfriend, and I’ll be damned if the moment I do–shit’s gone sideways.

I have always prided myself on being me: You get me the way I am. Since I met him, and a lot of you know how crazy this is for me, because I don’t get super close to men…I’ve quit smoking (even when I drink), well I’m trying really hard. I got a vape for when I drink. I’ve started being super kind to people even through being mad. I know, no more cynicism. I’ve decided to go on a full-on detox after my friend’s Hen Do this weekend. He didn’t know about that, but I am. I need to lose weight. Plus it’s glamping and there is no stripper. Can almost guarantee…

Wurst Party Ever

I’m getting birth control. I know, some of you just fell out of your chair. I’ve never been in a relationship where I thought it was important enough. No one has ever put me in a position where I want to be awesome for both him, our future, and our family. This guy does.

I’m trying to be super understanding, kind to him, supportive of all the things happening. I woke up today thinking, “And once again my blog has ruined my life.”

But maybe it hasn’t…

This guy means the world to me. I’d like the world to show him just how much. I want everyone in my network, my friends, my family, my readers, strangers, amazing people all over the world to help me let him know that I searched the world over for him. I found him. My name is not Elsa. I’m not willing to just ‘let it go’.

I will be patient, understanding, and caring. I will love him even in the dark days. Through the ‘bad’ times, the ‘stupid good’ times…the ‘I need to be alone’ times. The times he sticks his fork in my mashed sweet potatoes, or tries to kiss me when I’m getting ready. The times he isn’t feeling great. The times I really just need to help him pick his nose. What? We’re weirdos.

The weirdo will introduce you to the freak inside you.

You think you know yourself, and then you meet someone who challenges every part of your being.

Weirdos make you rethink your life, your passions and what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time. You go from who you were to who you could be.

Through the highest highs and the lowest lows. I vow to be his best friend, the person he can talk to even if he thinks I might judge him or be upset–I won’t. I will try to understand the situation, and be patient in whatever comes next. I will try very hard not to be up his butt either.

The weirdo will never question when you need to take time for your own adventure.

Not only do weirdos support your personal endeavors, they push them. They don’t just want to be there for you; they want to show you the way. They believe in everyone as much as they believe in themselves, and that support will change your life.

My whole life, every blog, every trial and dating tribulation I have gone through to get right where I am: without you, Baby, it’s a waste of time. People envy what we have. Our love is everything I saw in that stupid set of Prince Charles and Princess Diana paper dolls that drove my dreams to a life in England when I was six years old. You are my fairy tale.

I don’t promise that things will be awesome all of the time, that we won’t have challenges, but I can promise that the love that’s there is real and that it doesn’t have to make sense to be awesome. I promise I will be your rock, always on your team, to help you figure it out–and vice versa. You’re my lobster. My actual lobster. That doesn’t mean I want to take a Rachel and Ross style break, but I’m willing to take a step back so you can breathe.

But who is gonna help me reel in my shit attitude?

Gordon Ramsay

Who’s gonna be inappropriately racist with me?

Racism lol

I mean, no one else gets this joke:

ching chong

Or this one:

Diana Ross

Because:

Why Doves Cry LOL

Who’s gonna laugh when I’m really funny?

Hoo Ha

Or make me laugh?

Or make me laugh

Or give me hope?

Day of Hope

Or remind me that this day was the ‘first day’ of my life:

Neil Coffee

I know you think things are moving fast. But we don’t do things ‘normal’. I know it’s crazy, but it shouldn’t make sense–it’s not right if you haven’t lost your mind. I mean, there is a song about all of this. I guess I just want you to know ‘I love you’. More than any other man I have ever met in my entire life.

The ‘first day of my life’ was built on an eleven hour first date with the most brilliant, kind, sweet, sincere, loving, handsome, talented, funny, intelligent, beautiful man I have ever met.

“You with me, ‘Betty’?”

Yep. I said ‘Betty’. The situation called for it.

xx Brittany  (p.s. cue the reminder tunes)

I’m Having A Baby!

Gotcha! Not a real baby, a metaphorical one. I think in today’s society with media being in your face 24/7 you need to know when to birth the pain in your ass, and sever the bloody umbilical cord.  Pun totally … Continue reading

When The Going Gets Tough

It occurred to me today: I’m a pushover.

I let people slide. I give a lot of second chances. I used to think it was because I’m a nice person, but now I’m starting to think I let people walk all over me. My very close friends have pointed out the astronomical amount of shit I put up with, the crappy way people treat me, and it’s because I don’t put my foot down and say enough is enough.

That shit stops today.

My relationships on a personal level really fucking suck, because people think it’s okay to walk all over me. For instance, I totally went on holiday with this guy. We had the best time ever. I told him I’d like to keep things private for now, because I liked where we were and I wanted it to just be ours for a bit. He agreed, too.

Rachel Ross LOL

I was so happy in that little bubble, that I even splurged and paid for cinema tickets…which were like 30 quid. In London. I know. Don’t go to the cinema in London. Yeah. That’s 45 fucking dollars in the current exchange rate.

big lebowski gif

I was literally living in an Uptown World. No really. Billy Joel was serenading me. I was also living in the moment. Something I think is way more important than sharing your happiness with the world. Which is normally the girl I am…

John Colbert Dance gif

What? I get excited. When men are nice to me. It’s rare. It should happen more often, Men. Just a lil’ F.Y.I.

My friend Mandi has told me for ages that I should quit blogging about my happiness or shittiness with men. But, simply put–that’s not who I am. I built this blog around my novella. To help women understand that men really are just manipulative douchelords.

2009 MTV Video Music Awards - Show

And no matter how much we think they will change, they just do it again.

Kanye Beck

He’s ignored me. Even to my face. Since said holiday.

Me: I thought things had changed. I mean, I spent $45 on cinema tickets.

Best Friend: He should love you just for that.

And you know what? He should. He should love me for the amazing woman I am. I hopped a flight to London in the middle of this massive career explosion, blocked a whole three days out, did everything he wanted to do in the city (even though I wanted 50 shades of awesome), and catered to his every whim–that included coffee and the morning paper, not so much hot sex.

When we parted ways once before, it was because he did not want a relationship. If I wanted relationshippy shit I would have said so…so there came the mixed signals. We should be fucking like rabbits. Not reading the damn paper like two, old married–

what the fuck gif lol

After 24 hours of being ignored I called him an arse. After another 24 hours, I said:

It hurts my feelings when you ignore me. I’m not asking you to hang the moon and the stars, but don’t be crappy. Please.

He’s still not speaking to me.

So, last night I thought: I’ll just send him a nice note to let him know I’m not mad “Hope you’re having a good week.” Nothing. He has now ignored me for a total of six days…and counting.

“Maybe he hasn’t seen the messages,” my BFF (and the only person who knows about us) claims. “He has a smart watch. That pings him every message he gets on every device and app.” *insert ominous “Oh.”

She then sincerely asked how I felt. She knew I was hurting. Who wouldn’t?

“He’s the first man to ever make an effort for me…so I don’t know how I feel.”

Quite frankly, women don’t let shit go. We try, ever so hard. We wear it on our faces. Then we steam in it for a bit. He’s left me marinating in it for days. At this point I’m confused. Part of me doesn’t even want to go to my friend’s birthday party this week, because he will no doubt be there: with his chiseled face, and his big blue eyes, and his sweet, insincere, shitty smile.

Cause I’m gonna look like a stalker…

wilson party gif

And if he talks to me, I’m gonna be like…

Oh God Gif

No seriously:

what the fuck gif lol

He’s really over there thinking I wanna marry him, and I’m over here like: Can I get a Christian Grey?

Can I? Just once. I didn’t even break out the sexy lingerie I had, because he was being so boring. C’est la vie. I really don’t know what happened. He clearly has never dated a girl who has her shit together. The only thing I can chalk it up to is he’s retarded. And I don’t date retards.

xx Sassy Lil’ Biscuit

p.s. I think I’d like a Jack Colton more so than a Christian Grey. Perfect amount of bad boy & romance. “Cause when the going gets tough, the tough get goin’…” *cue sexy stuffs and dance it out