Tomorrow at 6am I leave for Dubai for a whole month which is the most exciting, terrifying thing. Please don't giggle if I come back with a tan ( Read more... )

& now I'm the happiest swine of them all ( Read more... )

Apologies for the absence, but it seems that I don't have anything to complain about here anymore ( Read more... )

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My problems are no longer debt and arborists... but buying shoes which don't fit me just for the sake of prettiness! Oh me, does anyone know any magical cures to make size 6½'s turn to 7's overnight? My legs feel royally bent ( Read more... )

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Dear Diary,

Mr Robinson's smile makes me go weak at the knees!

My darrling Ronan left on a jet plane 2 days ago and I'm still having to wear my prettiest shoes and stockings just to console myself! I do have his tophat and bottle of whiskey though... so I'm not completely alone.

My mum's just bought one of these silly little dogs and it's a toy poodle/miniature poodle/spaniel cross, therefore it's a spoodle! ( ( Read more... )

Oh, Ramona!

How on earth am I ever going to be able to say "How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?" without tripping over my tongue in front of 200 people tomorrow? *jitter*

Shakespeare need not have ever existed. Or at least not have been incorporated into the 6th form English curriculum.