Dear LucyD

I christen thee SallySimpson.

The time has come to permanently scramble the password for Lucydiamond. You can put all of their bullshit, lies, disloyalty and utter cuntishness behind you and leave them to it. You don't need access to the pms that they sent you while you were away and they were busy fucking behind your back for so many months. It was all bullshit. Complete bullshit and you're worth so much more than that.

Here's to onward and upward.
LucyD

In my hotel room I am condemned to CSI Miami. sigh

I am watching the Office US on DVD, though. Good stuff.

In saying that, it's a fucking catchy song...

*dances awkwardly*

If I hear 'Can't Stop the Music' one more time, I will scream. Fact.

Maybe he is. There's nothing wrong with being gay. Apart from the fact that he would be depriving hot blooded women of his baby gravy.

I saw him one night in the take away spud shop in St Kilda buying his baked potato with various toppings.

They seemed familiar with his toppings which would suggest that he's a regular.

Go forth, ladies...

I saw a man crossing the busiest street in Manila in a wheelchair. There are no red lights and no pedestrian crossings.

He's either incredibly brave, incredibly stupid or just plain desperate.

Dinner of wagyu steak and vegetable has just arrived. Delicious!

yeah, I decided to ignore the numbering and exclude the anniversary dinner.

Either way, we get curry on the 24th, so it's all good.

GAH! I miss my little small faced friend.