I re-read my blog every so often and there is a common theme. I sound really f*&$*d off most of the time. Not sure that was intentional. Clearly things that sound quite witty in my head sound incredibly angry when in print. Oh well.
I'm obviously turning into Charlier Brooker. Just not the bit of Brooker that is sh*gging Konnie Huq. That would be weird.
This short lass lives a fairly normal life in London with her Husb, doing what some perceive to be, quite an interesting job. She has probably more conversations with herself than many would think healthy and often believes herself to be a 30-something Victor Meldrew. Figuring blogging was cheaper and has less of a stigma attached than finding a counsellor these are some of her musings and observations...
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Monday, July 5, 2010
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