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.
Saturday, 16 January 2016
And so it didn't
And so it didn't end. I saw you again. The very next day. Gosh I am not good at ultimatums - especially with myself.
So we are off to Jaipur on Tuesday. That's only two days away. Yes, we still hardly talk but I am getting used to it and I really don't give a flying fuck anymore. Why should I when you don't?
Anyway, I shall enjoy Jaipur because I have made up my mind that I will.
Regardless of you.
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