Diary entry: 24th February 2008
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Just when I thought it was safe.
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Why do emotions have to be so flipping emotional? Apropos of absolutely nothing, I needed to scream and yell and generally behave like a raving lunatic. Poor Barry was unfortunate enough to be caught in the firing line. But luckily he had the sense to make himself scarce until it had blown over.
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Q: Why are men like mascara?
A: They run at the slightest display of emotion.
Boom boom.
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So what was I going to write? I was never a Bluebird. Our loss.
Back to life. Reality calls.
Oh yes, I'm my own worst enemy. That was it.
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Bit too random all of that. A stream of semi-consciousness. But you try writing when you are tired and emotional. It's that word again.
.
Just when I thought it was safe.
.
Why do emotions have to be so flipping emotional? Apropos of absolutely nothing, I needed to scream and yell and generally behave like a raving lunatic. Poor Barry was unfortunate enough to be caught in the firing line. But luckily he had the sense to make himself scarce until it had blown over.
.
Q: Why are men like mascara?
A: They run at the slightest display of emotion.
Boom boom.
.
So what was I going to write? I was never a Bluebird. Our loss.
Back to life. Reality calls.
Oh yes, I'm my own worst enemy. That was it.
.
Bit too random all of that. A stream of semi-consciousness. But you try writing when you are tired and emotional. It's that word again.
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