It’s Friday the 13th – but this isn’t of any particular significance to me as I’m not overly superstitious.
I don’t really have much else to report other than woo! Am going to see Sugababes tonight at Wembley. Hope they’ve got some good t-shirts. Will spend the rest of the weekend tidying/cleaning/sorting out my flat I reckon as a)it needs it and b)my mum is coming to stay next week.
I haven’t told her I’ve been dumped yet. She really, REALLY like MMM (the recent ex) so I’m not looking forward to it. May just put it off altogether. Cricket Boy was asking me what he should tell his parents last week when he was in a similar situation, only he dumped her. I told him to tell them she was a crack whore. Perhaps I could use the same story. I’d have to explain to my mum what a crack whore is though, and she’s only just her head around the difference between jazz fags and jazz mags.
Today I am mostly wishing I could write all funny like, like Grace Dent who writes about the tellybox for Radio Times Online and the Guardian. Chuckle at her here: http://www.radiotimes.com/content/features/tvod/
I am also mostly wishing I get an invite out from Cricket Boy this weekend.
1 comment:
good luck girl. I found your blog really by accident and decided it would be a good outlet if I did one too. I am also in a similar boat and felt the need to reveal my story to everybody and nobody in an anonymous way.
http://graceygrrr.blogspot.com/
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