Nothing in particular

Monday, July 02, 2007
Current mood:deflated

Salut mes amis,

It's raining cats and dogs, it's cold and I'm wearing a hat in flippin July! What happened to that summer to end all summers?... drowned probably!
After a deafening silence of weeks I reappear like the proverbial bad penny. J'en ai marre! Super marre!
What's up? I hear you ask. Nothing, that's what, boys and girls. Zilch, Zibideedoohdah! Now, what was I going on about last? Ah yes, ExBoy calling me fat and hence not worthy of his everlasting attentions. It seems that my insecurity buttons have all been pressed then and I've been feeling crappy ever since. It doesn't help to go shopping in Asda, gore fest for track suit anoraks! What do you see there? you ask. Women of all ages and sizes like in big, enormous and humongous, but they all seem to have a bloke in tow... unlike muggins here. What can I say but it seems that a simple shit attracts more attention than moi... Like I'm the invisible woman wandering in this paralel universe, banging against the invisible partitions to no avail.
Of course, this is wallowing in self pity of Himalayan proportion. Exagerration is a style figure with humourous potential. Laughing at some one's pain can be more than simple slapstick. Not funny if you're at the receiving end but then I always aim to please, me hartees.
I've been buying too many shoes of late, the spikey high heeled variety...much to the amusement of my little fanclub. I was even on a promise of some really outrageous ones but that fell through... Think I'm compensating for something? And it won't be the lack of height I was born with either I’m referring to here. No, this is from a different order all together. Compensating comfort shopping for high heeled loneliness. It sucks but at least it looks good!
So can anyone tell me, anyone? What the bleedin' f*** is wrong with me?
Please?