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plumbing the depths
august 2007
i was a latecomer to janet evanovich but after loving one for the money, i vowed to finish the series (now at 13 and growing…)
so there i was happily reading the otherwise excellent two for the dough last weekend, when something suddenly stopped me short.
i read the following excerpt, then scraped my head from the ceiling and read it again:
i stumbled into the bathroom and stuck my head into the toilet to throw up. after a few minutes i decided i wasn’t going to throw up (which was kind of too bad since it’d be good to get rid of the hot fudge sundae i’d had…)
what? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? what kind of anti-feminist, pro-bulimia, totally irrelevant self-hating bullshit crap is this?
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )me and bridget jones
june 2007
saturday 16th june
hours spent sleeping: 16 (not v.g), crying attacks: too numerous to mention, minor panic attacks also too numerous to mention, apple juices 3, times laughed at bridget jones’s diary: 10 approx (v.g).
12pm wake up. feel exhausted and as if have been injected with terrible sleep-inducing drugs. also miserable. read some of bridget jones’s diary. slink to computer to check emails. have one from dorothy perkins. feel sad. pootle on computer for a bit then go to loo, cry about how bad i feel, hyperventilate, entertain the thought that if i continue to feel like this will end up alone and eaten by alsatians a la bridget’s worst fears.
1.30 am total cow to my poor mum. cry. wonder how i’ll find energy to get through rest of day. panic, cry. re-heat leftovers for lunch and watch the hills and something else i immediately forget the name of.
2.30 read some more bridget in bed.
3.00 text from step-sister re our plans for tomorrow. in wild burst of optimism say i’m sure i’ll be fine. plan to have quick nap, then shower and prepare self for sunday. will be OK.
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )illiterati
october 2006
i know that i need to keep working on not letting other people’s words and feelings affect me so much and on getting into healthier thought patterns -a nd i’m sure i’ll get there! – but when people make it clear they look down on me for writing for a chick-lit website, it BURNS ME UP, sticks in my craw and makes me want to throw rocks at my computer.
‘k?
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