162 lbs, alcohol units 2, chocolate units 6 (v.g.), Oh SHITs 78
This is about the post I was writing last night that as you can see was not published. Every once in a while I like to write in the style of Bridget Jones’s Diary, like I did here, here, and here.
12:05 p.m. New boyfriend went out of town this weekend! Lovely, can just catch up on writing and things around the house.
12:07 p.m. Right, will just watch the telly for a bit.
1:02 p.m. Love telly, a wonderful contraption truly. Only Oreos and online banking are superior contributions by mankind. And rubbers, obviously. Otherwise would have twelve little ankle-biters calling me “Mum” and demanding that I unlock them from inside the closet.
