I put on my 1950s style little black dress and a pair of sassy red heels, and I went to that wedding.
Not because I hardly even knew my cousin and her soon-to-be husband. 1,337 more words
When you are self-obsessed, with your head up your arse, the unexpected can happen. And then you can be left thinking WTF? The fear of barbarian hordes, the irritation at bureaucracy and self-interest of British-jobs-for-British-people were perhaps the key levers here. 367 more words
I’m craving sugar and caffeine and I’m angry at the world. Possibly, these two things are related.
The rheumatologist today told me (in the sweetest way possible; he was a really nice guy–but, still) that I wasn’t his problem, and probably if I waited it would all go away. 1,050 more words