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That picture of me was a little bigger than I thought it would be - tried to shrink it but am not sure how as I am utterly computer illiterate.
So - I was off work yesterday for the hottest day of the year. Sounds pretty good, but was totally sick (really). Obviously made the best of the nasty sitution by lying in the sunshine and 'recovering'. Now looking unnaturally healthy which is so unlucky, so having to cough a lot at various times for realism whenever I see my boss. Not sure its working though - she just told me I was 'glowing' hmmm.
Also, I have the biggest pile of work to do - it's so scary that I have fallen into total denial and am writing this instead hoping that it blows out of the window in the freak thunderstorm we have been promised.... Or maybe if I leave it long enough it was be over riden by more work and cease to exist....
Sorry, I've been a little rude, rambling on and not introducing myself. My name is Daisy, I am 26 years old and I live in Central London in a pretty little village within the big old city called Pimlico. I work in publishing and I have just been travelling the states so I'm struggling badly with the day to day working life right now... Just can't piaint myself grey yet. The way I have found to get past all of this is to be somewhere different in my head each day. I'm in Savanah right now, but hoping to get to New Orleans for Friday 
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Kisses - D x
Savannah
Travelling had started to open my mind, even without realising I was starting to make more sense. Of course, you didn’t know me before so it’s hard for me to explain how all of this had started to make a difference to me. Looking back, in London I had started to experience a mid twenties breakdown which from what I have seen had happened to a lot of my friends. You see I had come to London at 18 all bright eyed and bushy tailed and sailed through three years at university without batting an eyelid. The combination of the fact that I am naturally quite clever and the fact that I loved my subject (classics) meant that I had few moments of stress and plenty of time to be the life and soul of the party. Of course I had no money at all, but I don’t remember that mattering as we clung to the sleazy bars and student dives that I assume still exist somewhere in Bloomsbury. I was ‘that girl’ though, the one that threw huge impromptu parties at 11pm when the pubs shut and had the perfect student boyfriend who could play any tune on the guitar and called me Petal. After I left university I think I started to get a little bit lost. I still threw parties, but the beer turned slowly to white wine and then champagne. I started to frequent all the best places to be and my boyfriends were investment bankers and salesmen who were probably as lost as I was. The class of ’99 were as bright as ever but we became clouded and spoilt by money, champagne and cocaine and nothing seemed to matter any more. The strings on my guitar went slowly black. I can remember saying to my friend that I would never go in an old man pub again, but I can’t remember why. We all started to judge as well, perhaps I always had judged people, but before it had been on talent and by how much they made me laugh. Suddenly it became on their job, or their father or where they lived. I don’t know why these changes started to occur, but I do know that I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. Now I was out of context and I had no idea of the background of the people I was surrounded with, nor they of me and I liked the fact that they liked me. They liked me because I was funny and laid back and could still (even years away from university) drink like a man. They liked the fact that I was like them and had run away (perhaps more dramatically than most) which made me wonder, is it impossible to ever really be different to the people you surround yourself with and if not then is the secret to happiness to be in the middle of happy like minded people? And I sat in a beautiful garden square in Savannah surrounded by strangers who felt like friends and almost felt myself melt in the sun. I was still there, and I was still the same person with or without icecream topping. The goodness at the core of me that had once loved books and art and sewing and cooking and playing music was still there. Of course I’m not claiming that at this moment I was in anyway perfect, after all I had just kissed anther mans girlfriend after the best part of a bottle of gin, but if not perfect then at least both I and it were starting to make sense.
Todays Top Ten....
Movies
In my world at least )
1. Breakfast at Tiffanys. Show me a girl who does love this movie/ want to be Holly Golightly... I got married in Las Vegas for a bet last year when drunk to a Cowboy from Arizona (moe about that later) but this was the movie that split us up 2 days later in LA.... I still love the movie. Some things were made to last (hehe).
2. Ferris Buellers Day Off. I still want a Save Ferris T Shirt.... Everybody my age does.
3. Stand by me. Where I picked up my best jokes... in this body is a trapped twelve year boy!! Chow down wide load.
4. Whatever happened to Baby Jane? Simply fantastically horrible and has moments of familiarity that my sister and I relate to strongly.... I'm the blonde one. Nice.
5. How to Marry a Millionaire. I read somewhere that this had dated badly... How so? Three girls live in a flat in the best part of New York that they can't afford and try to find millionaires. Sounds pretty familiar to me..... And I love Marilyn Monroe.
6. Beaches. Because it gives me an excuse to cry and cry and cry and eat icecream and it scares all men to death.
7. St Elmos Fire. Because after uni, my friends and I actually became those people (minus the American accents, 80's clothes and plus one good pub). Also because one day I am going to marry Andrew McCarthy - really!
8. The unusual supects. Because it's the first time in a movie that I ever went 'oooohhhh' at the end.
9. Moulin Rouge. Because!
10. Clueless and I don't care if you judge me for it. I want to be Cher (actually is my cats name - the other one predictably is Sunny). I want her pool and her wardrobe (updated a little) *footstamp*.
Oops I did it again
My father rang me a while ago....
'Darling, do you think that you may have gone a little too far this time'
'Why daddy??'
'It would appear that the Independent Magazine have written an article about your excessive, expensive drinking habits'
And so they had. Naturally I talked it through with a friend over a couple of cosmo's in Hush... no decision was made because I fell over on the way out. But a least I had a good night... allegedly.
So, read all about it though.... I'm Nancy x
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/food_and_drink/features/story.jsp?story=386808
Oh Dear....
I think this is the beginning of my next addiction
Wrong wrong wrong!!!
Gggrrrrrr
My filling fell out last night while I was chewing on a vicious piece of my house mates diet food. Which only goes to prove my therory on diets being the root of all evil (more to follow). So I get to work this morning (skipping and kissing old people, scattering roses throught the tube - the usual). Before my first meeting I decide to pop to the emergency dentist, expecting to be given an appointment some time next year and suddenly before I knew it I was thrust backwards onto a chair, filled, lectured and deposited back at my desk.
Dazed, confused and frightened sitting here now... eyes darting madly around the room with a numb face.
The boy I fancy from print just walked past too and avoided looking at the mad freak with a half dead face.
The worst bit? Sitting next to me evilly like torture is a choclate muffin which I can't eat (
Top ten things that make me feel pretty
(attempting to cheer self up after nasty dental horror before breakfast this morning) 8/10 – Not so bad. Anyone who can help with 3 (ie the waffle man) or 10 please get in touch! D x x
