EurotrashBitter. Frustrated. Dishevelled.Dog Daze.- November 27, 2007 I worked on this one magazine in New York where one of the bigwigs used to bring her little rat-dog into the office all the time. It was called Percival, or something equally ludicrous. We all had to pretend to think it was impossibly cute and spend a regulation ten minutes fawning over the little beast while his owner looked smug and just a tad bored at the hordes of ugly, badly-dressed commonplace minions paying our obligatory hommage. I was smiling on the outside, but I was...http://www.upsaid.com/eurotrash/index.php?action=viewcom&id=449 On reflection, I'm not keen on nostalgia.- November 15, 2007 I got the shock of my life today when an ex-boyfriend of mine walked into the place where I'm working at the moment.He was someone I dated when I was 16, and he hasn't changed much except he looks like someone who's aged since I dated him, which was alas, quite some time ago. But he's aged pretty well. I was struck by how cute he was, and then I noticed he had that same little-boy-lost look which camouflaged the clever ruthless ambitious soul that lurked within. I dumped him during my O'levels..http://www.upsaid.com/eurotrash/index.php?action=viewcom&id=448 No biggie. I was just very miserable.- November 6, 2007 I haven't written for a while because I was very down indeed. After my operation, complications set in which were not only bloody and painful, but seemed to have exacerbated all the horrible things which were the reason I needed the damn procedure in the first place.To say I was insanely fucked off is a major understatement. I was plunged into fetid pools of despair, and while I think anger can be hugely entertaining, I think utter misery is a whole different ball game - expecially when it's...http://www.upsaid.com/eurotrash/index.php?action=viewcom&id=447 |