20 December 1998

I spent last night sulking and listening to Dusty Springfield, Cass Elliot and the Ally McBeal soundtrack on random play. I even caught myself crying.
I've learned my lesson though "Don't let anyone get close enough to hurt you".
Nina rang me last night to cheer me up, which was really nice coz she's my best friends and I love her lots and it was good to have someone there to whinge at.
Well now I've lost my never-been-dumped record, have no-one to go to "A Bug's Life" with and have a four month anniversary present and no-one to give it to. And I'm sad, pathetic, bitter and twisted. Wahoo for me. The fat freak who got dumped over IRC. Lonely-spinsterhood here I come.
I've decided I have to change my IRC nick, I might go back to the old lipstick lesbian one I had "DaiDrimaa" or maybe go for something new and different. I don't know, I have to think about it some more. I'm going to change my web page a bit and get rid of all the ducks. This isn't about the being dumped thing, I was going to change the page anyway as the duck pic is UGLY. I just think I may aswell change it now. Since I have nothing better to focus my depression on.
Well I have to finish tidying the lounge before lunch, so, Buh-Bye.
PS: You can tell when I'm sad, all my soft toys move from the side of the bed upto the top. It means I can roll over, but I have to sleep crunched up. I have a few too many of the things to be depressed with :P