Bridget, on my life.
1 February 22
3:45 a.m
Why me. I hate my life. Why can't I be shaped like a model not a tomato? There is a difference you know, God.
I am also one of the worst public speakers I know, I mean who in their right mind introduces the wrong author at a party, especially when you were supposed to be introducing your best friend not an author of any description. But at least we were among friends and I could drown my sorrows knowing that every one else would be too and that I hopefully wouldn't have to make another speech. Well, not a sober one any way.
12:00 p.m
I knew I might oversleep but this is ridiculous. If I set of now I would only be four hours late to work. Well, I won't bother two and a half hours work doesn't seem worth it to swap two times on the trains. Doesn't God have anything better to do than watch me suffer. Maybe I should get him interested in a hobby then he would have less time to make my life hell.
I suppose him being God and all he would still find time. Does he pick a different baby every year to torture for the whole of their lives? And in the year I was born it just happened to be me. Well, as they say there is a silver lining to every cloud, at least I am going to live a long time, and he won't kill me off if I'm his voodoo doll.
February 23
Decided to make an appearance at work today. Daniel Cleaver gets more fetching every day but still is an emotional turnip meaning he has not an emotional bone in his very fit body. SHUT UP BRAIN!!!
1 February 22
3:45 a.m
Why me. I hate my life. Why can't I be shaped like a model not a tomato? There is a difference you know, God.
I am also one of the worst public speakers I know, I mean who in their right mind introduces the wrong author at a party, especially when you were supposed to be introducing your best friend not an author of any description. But at least we were among friends and I could drown my sorrows knowing that every one else would be too and that I hopefully wouldn't have to make another speech. Well, not a sober one any way.
12:00 p.m
I knew I might oversleep but this is ridiculous. If I set of now I would only be four hours late to work. Well, I won't bother two and a half hours work doesn't seem worth it to swap two times on the trains. Doesn't God have anything better to do than watch me suffer. Maybe I should get him interested in a hobby then he would have less time to make my life hell.
I suppose him being God and all he would still find time. Does he pick a different baby every year to torture for the whole of their lives? And in the year I was born it just happened to be me. Well, as they say there is a silver lining to every cloud, at least I am going to live a long time, and he won't kill me off if I'm his voodoo doll.
February 23
Decided to make an appearance at work today. Daniel Cleaver gets more fetching every day but still is an emotional turnip meaning he has not an emotional bone in his very fit body. SHUT UP BRAIN!!!