7:56 p.m. - Saturday, Mar. 06, 2004
Brave face. It works for me.
I am ok! A minute ago, I was going to post that I was crappy rubbish, but Thierry Henry is being interviewed on telly, so I have perked up a little. Oh my, that man is beautiful.

I'm just up and down. My war wounds from the run in with the revolving door are still earning me good sympathy points. Any conversation can be livened up by me displaying my black and blue knee. I also have a bad shoulder, but that is less impressive, in that it looks the same as the good one.

Mia and I got a little sozzled on red wine last night. It was all good, except for me banging my hand on a plate, and us not really registering anyone else in the room. I got to feel Mia's boobs, which was great! I can never help but wonder what other people's boob feel like (entirely non-sexual, just out of interest). Hers are bigger but definately droopier than mine. She was impressed by the pertness of mine. Why thank you! A cup boobs do have their moments.

Sorry about that if you're a new reader...my entries aren't usually about fondling my friends breasts.

(Ha! New reader! Great red shoe joke!)

I've also being shopoholing MADLY these past two days!! I have new pink trousers, pleated denim mini skirt, and sunshine yellow studded belt. Plus a refilled gum-ball machine, photos processed, chocolate eaten, bob's present bought, and then some. I like to shop, and most of it was bargainous. The tiny skirt was a mere £10 and is very lovely. It makes my legs look great. Mia said if she had legs like mine She would live in it. Yes, Mia and I were having a mutual appreciation day. Only problem with said postage stamp skirt is I'm not sure if I'll ever be brave enough to leave the house in it. I had to pluck up courage just to walk to the bathroom in it to look in the mirror. I cannot believe I have gone some five months without a mirror in my room. That is some good going for me!!!

Hmm, what else? I am exhausted, and often just sad and grumpy. I have shedloads of work hanging over me and can rarely concentrate long enough to read a paragraph. I miss Bob who is always working. I'm worried about the future. I don't think I'm much good at anything.

But that life, isn't it? Certainly my red shoe life. But I suppose it will look up soon.

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