January 12, 2012 § 30 Comments
I am not going to go on about fat because it is so fucking dull of me and not what this blog is about. I ate broccoli and mango yesterday and so feel less fat today and I am sorry I went off on that tedious tangent.
I bumped into Smidgen yesterday – first time in weeks – and he gave me a huge hug, which was nice, and we had a friendly chat, but I am not about to go down that route again, I promise.
A new friend who has known Long Shot for ever, since they were children, and went on holiday with him last year, told me I am more than perfect for him and that I must email him, what have I got to lose? He is very, very shy, she says, and it will do no harm whatsoever. Think how annoyed I will feel, she says, when, a few weeks down the line, I hear he has a girlfriend and I hadn’t taken the bull by the horns? I am not so sure about that, but I am thinking maybe I was too hasty in my judgement of him; I am thinking, well, I guess I could email him?
I do indeed have nothing, nothing, less than n-o-t-h-i-n-g to lose.