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6 August 2010
I’m wondering whether I'll feel less miserable, red nosed
and snivelling at home or red nosed and snivelling in the
pub.....
6 August 2010
I thought a brave, handsome Knight was climbing up to
my window to rescue me from the lonely, miserable
drudgery that is my life earlier...but actually it was just the
window cleaner with a really long pole.
Most disappointing: I'm still growing my hair in the hope a
prince will climb up it. It's nearly down to my waist now
and it's only just occurred to me I could just move to a
lower floor...
6 August 2010
I went to the pub ‘cos I thought I'd rather sulk near other
humans than alone in my flat, but sadly, someone made
the mistake of trying to talk to me!....look at my face
people. Do I look like someone who fancies a chat?
But why do middle aged blokes spend half an hour
starring at you before finally coming over and trying to
open a conversation with the phrase "why is a pretty girl
like you in here without her boyfriend? I expect he'll be
along soon won’t he?" Gimme a break!
7 August 2010
I’m preparing to push my trolley off the end of the
conveyer belt
