This week has been non-stop filled with crap. Last week too. I am so tired I could cry. And I did. A lot and a lot and a lot and some more.
One day, my life will be so full of joy and happiness that I am going to look back at this year and see it as a totally insignificant blip and a very very very lucky escape from a wholly forgettable being.
Christmas? That deserves a post all by itself. I haven’t bought a single thing. I don’t want to think about it just yet. A few more days please. Pretty please but I promise I will embrace that joy oh joy. And it shall be fun, fun, fun.
While am at it, how long is it going to take to get this bloody decree nisi?
I don’t even want to think of this person let alone having to keep uttering and spelling his double barrelled name, the first of which, no one else has ever heard of and I always have to spell several times.
God, I just can’t wait to erase from all my documents and revert fully to my maiden name.
In other news, yesterday, I could have killed for a takeaway.
Same as the day before and today if I’m honest. Nothing hideous, I fancy some healthy Japanese but I will resist as it will definitely spike a weight gain.
Instead, I’ll make myself some boiled eggs and cucumber salad.
Oh and I might treat myself to another diet coke. I’ve lost count of how many of that poisonous crap I have consumed this week to get the caffeine kick.
I’ve also discovered the kick of an espresso.
Rock and Roll..
Pop a happy pill already. You know you want to.