A catalogue of a neurotic masochistic middle-aged woman's sorrow, stupidity and self-indulgence. Why I do this to myself is the perennial question. Yes I must be a masochist.
Thursday, 3 December 2015
Big Bad Wolf
So i went to Big Bad Wolf today... and of course I thought about you, and how we bumped into each other and how i was just staring at you and didn't even notice. And you were with foodie and I circled her, just looking. I bought a book for you and have wrapped it already. Another Christmas present though the way I'm feeling today, I don't know if I will even be able to survive til Christmas. The last time we spoke was Tuesday. It's Thursday today. And I wonder if you're thinking about me at all.
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