Evening Primrose Oil... my saviour!!! Men, do not fear , this is not the diary of a pre-menstrual woman. I merely start with this reference as it is what led me to begin this blog... in addition to a summer full of the post-uni blues and unemployment.
As a young girl, like many, I kept a 'secret diary'. Oh the drama in my life, "Still not kissed Eddy, I think he must be frigid... Really hope he kisses me next week". I got my kiss, but unfortunately it wasnt meant to be, 2 weeks later 'I Luv Eddy idst' was being removed from my pencil case and homework diary. So last month I started a new diary, hoping that writing down my feelings would help me through these tough post-uni months, but as with all my diaries I just lost the patience with it because it takes so much more effort to write than it does to type.
So here I am, today, suffering from some serious hormonal temper tantrums, needing a way to release my feelings that doesn't take quite so much effort. Obviously I'm going to try to keep up the diary, there are some things in life that need to be private, like venting about my boyfriend; cant have him accidently stumbling across this and reading what I really think about him when I'm in a bad mood...
As I have avoided job hunting like the plague today in an attempt to keep my mood up I shall save employment talk until my next blog... to end this one I will leave you with another hilarious line from my youth, "Steven asked if I'd mind if he asks me out but he ain't doin til next week cos hes gettin pissed at weekend and dont wanna cheat and hurt me, aahhhhh <3" How I can laugh at my chavvy teenage step sister when I used to come out with lines like that I do not know!!!
