Is there anything better than sitting next to a mate on a bus after a long day (that was part of a long week, that was part of a long month, and that looks like it's going to be part of a very long year) and whinging about having to get dressed up for work because The Client Bigwigs were coming into the office, and how my feet hurt because these ( Read more... )

No, not me. Just a poor little girl who can't keep anything down.

( Not for the squeamish )