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Life = blogging
“Oh come on,” Blonde cajoles. “Just think, if it all goes horribly wrong, at least we can make a blog post out of it.” My foray into the murky world of singledom has, thus far, not been exceptionally successful. On … Continue reading
Quandry
I know that I’m moving on. I know I’m moving forward. I know I’m Getting On With It. But he still disturbs my sleep, invading my dreams. I can still hear him, smell him, feel him. Will he ever leave … Continue reading
Taking the plunge
Everyone, but everyone, is getting married. Yes, even you’re probably getting married. You just don’t know it yet. It’s been just over 3 months since the N thing and I think I’m ready to start doing new things. Meeting new people. … Continue reading
Operation Muffin Top(ple)
I’m on a mission (another one) I went to the docs yesterday. You know, girlie stuff. Anyway, as part of the general humiliation of talking about *whisper* girlie stuff, I had to get weighed. Hoorah. My favourite. I may have … Continue reading
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Busted
Why you should always wipe clean your half of the computer before giving it away. Reason one: Your ex-girlfriend may find incriminating videos of you when deleting your profile.
Abusing the internet
It’s been three weeks. By rights, this should mean that I’m starting to live my life again, right? In reality, I’m not. It’s too far down the line to continue boring my friends and so it falls to you, dear … Continue reading
Wanted: healing
He sneaks into my mind unbidden. A thief, stealing my sanity. In the shower, watching the news, watching the world go by. “I’d like this” he says, “I’d find this really funny. Why not tell me all about it next … Continue reading
Well that’s that, then
As I gingerly opened the back door, I worried about what I would find. I picked my way over the glass. Silence permeated through the flat. An sharp intake of breath as I saw the extent of the damage. Mainly superficial. … Continue reading