In which an old-fashioned girl embarks on a very modern search for Mr Right, and documents every last miserable date.
May contain swearing, and scenes of a sexual nature. If I'm really lucky.
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
ACK
I've just seen what time it is. I need to go and tweezer my entire face in panic and shower and wail about my spotty face. Obviously I realise he's probably not going to show up. Obviously I DON'T CARE.
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