Bad Mood // High Maintenance

I am in a foul mood. In a bad bad mood! I promised myself I wouldn’t turn this blog into one of those ‘dear diary’ blogs or the type that have updates on how you feel, but I don’t care, I’m going to write what I want, and if you don’t like it then you can get your passport and leave the Hidden Empire, perhaps by visiting the links below? I recommend Cake’s and Hamesh Shahani’s (talk about blatant advertising).

So I waited until 1.30am to go on a Saturday night. I don’t mind 12 or even 12.30 but by 1am, if I am not on the dance floor, then I want to be in bed, even if I am alone! So today my Dad takes my phone accidentally and leaves me disconnected from the most important people in the world, who are all on my mobile, and I go to the club and my friend is 25 minutes late, and then this random I’m seeing gave me mixed signals, and people were being annoying and smoking and I got kicked out of sitting in the VIP area as I didn’t have a VIP pass (although let’s face it I am a VIP aren’t I? If you don’t believe me ask the Nicosia Housewife… actually don’t).

Anyway, so I am in the club, in a foul mood, with weird vibes, my friend comes in, and he’s like ‘hi’ I’m like ‘hi… and bye… I’m leaving’ and he was so upset, and I feel for him, but when you are pissed off and bored and want to punch people, a bar in not the best place to be. I seriously understand why so many famous people and VIPs (like me) go nuts in bars. Rock stars especially! They are so pissed off and being in a bar only compounds that sentiment.

So here I am in my boxers (looking good) and feeling like a loser because it’s 1.59am on a Saturday night and I’m blogging. To you random people. Like I give a shit! Like you give a shit! If you are reading this on a Saturday night then people email me so we can both be losers who are pissed off together!

You know what I realised though? That I am high maintenance. I never thought so, but I now realise I am. I am easy going, but I need to be maintained, preferably by professionals. And you can only find those as PAs in Hollywood. Do I live in Hollywood? But then I realised that all things are that High Maintenance are of quality (yeah, quality material for a soap opera) but still…

But here is my theory
High Maintenance = High Society
I mean it’s not like a tramp will be high maintenance right? So the more high maintenance you are the higher you are in society. The why does everyone think I am like 17?

My friend Milky who is studying to be a shrink would make a fortune if I hired her as me shrink and/or someone to maintain me. My other good friend Cake, well her husband is a shrink. How smart is she? She is as neurotic as me (with good recipes for cakes) and has bagged herself a shrink who will give her therapy 24/7! I want one! What do I have? My Mum? She’s nag me. That’ll only make me want a shrink more!

So I’m still pissed off and am going to bed. But now I’m in an even more bad mood because I know that everyone at the club will be having a good time and I’ll be missing out.
CORRECTION: they would have been having a good time, but as they didn’t maintain me well and I left, they are having a rubbish time.

(If only I could believe myself. My clients do though. That’s why the call me BabyBusinessMan).