It’s Feb 1st and I’m drinking because: today marks the end of my Dryathlon, 1 year since my heart surgery, 3.5 years since me and James got together, it’s Zoe’s birthday, it’s Friday, I’m alive, I’m loved and because I fucking well want to!
well this is awkward, someone found the first page of my diary and put it on tumblr…
My Mama is going through a really good patch at the moment and said to me the other day that she felt like Lindsay Lohan. I had to explain to her that it might be a good idea if, in the future, she adds ‘in Just My Luck’ to the end of that sentence so people don’t get confused and start thinking she’s suddenly doing loads of cocaine.
Ugh I found out the other day that I can’t write my dissertation about the representation of women in horror films because I’ve already written about similar stuff in the past. So now I have until tomorrow to find a whole new topic before my first meeting with my dissertation leader and basically all I want to do is write a big angry essay about how great women are and have a good old rant about men being crap.
But in a politically-correct manner of course.
kristin_ess: Best thing to do when it rains in NY? Grab a window seat and pretend like you’re Annie.