I have no idea what colour I usually use..It has been so long..
So, Bridget Jones' diary. A complete and utter cack fest. A total non entity in terms of what it is we have to deal with as the real world. A laff. A chuckle. A fart in the breeze. A giggle.
However, what the ideals are they may well ring true for a great deal of us. The dream and the best wishes.
Why is it, do you think, that friends only introduce us to other friends at certain times?
Don't worry, I know the answer! They know that perhaps we really are too weird, too independant, too 'far gone' to be introduced to their friends.... How funny. People always say, 'Oh! I know this guy, such and such, I bet you would get along...' However - Have I ever met this guy? No of course not. Will I ever? HA!
Do not be ridiculous. I often think that my friends think I am rather amusing as this rambling bleeding heart at those times when I have imbibed a little too much wine... I however, no matter how much wine, know that it really is not that funny. It is actually a little lame!
Regardless, generally I really couldn't give a shit. Really, I couldn't.
So - to the man who invented wine (it HAD to be a man you realise) you suck.
For without wine I would be a strong, independant, coherant and focussed woman.
But with it - well, I still know how to use the internet clearly, but I feel those things that I otherwise ignore day to day and for that I am annoyed because people will think less of me, and be embarassed at my admission of need and feeling. Because for some reason I sometimes feel that I have become this ridiculously out there standard of the single woman - but perhaps, just perhaps, I don't actually want to live up to this role....