I like it. I like being at the bottom of a decade again. I like being a flakey piscean. I like feeling comfortable with who I am and what I do. I like being able to say "no" to people. I like the fact that people don't walk over me at work or in my personal life.

This is a bit of a cry for help. I'm writing two articles on relationships, one of which is on first and last moments in relationships - you know, how the things you found really endearing and charming about someone at first suddenly become the things that make you want to jump out of a window (or push them out of a window ( Read more... )

...I saw this, scrawled in green spray paint on one of those baroque monster buildings between Moorgate and Monument:

SIT ON MYSPACE

It's the best Valentine I've ever had.

My goodness. Wearing specs is changing my life. I knew I was long-sighted, but I had absolutely no idea how much effort I was making to read small print or stare at a computer screen. I've been reading the index in my A-Z just for kicks.

Went to the opticians for the first time in eight years. I'm quite long-sighted, and he's recommended I wear glasses when working at my PC, as I've been experiencing eye strain. Fortunately, work legally obliged to fork out half the cost. But I had absolutely no idea that glasses and lenses were so expensive!

What a week. Do you know what? I'd really like to be one of those people who sort of coast along at medium temperature, steady 30mph pace. But no, with me, it's either manic euphoria or off to put rocks in my pockets and jump in the Thames. Or why couldn't I have been born as a twin set wearing, Express reading type? I'd be living in semi-detached ( Read more... )

Ok, so there are things in this world that make me quite inexplicably and irrationally angry. And, in the spirit of getting to know myself a little better, I've decided to put some of these things under the spotlight. Today's bug bear is people who leave comments on the comment page of the Guardian website. I can't quite explain why, but they all ( Read more... )

Did I forget to tell you all about THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING TO HAPPEN THIS YEAR SO FAR ( Read more... )

I hate being a grown up. I hate being the one who remembers to put the recycling out on Wednesday nights, the one who empties and cleans out the compost bin or cleans the fridge, the one who calls up Telewest, remembers that the heating's still on at 11pm ( Read more... )

Fuck a duck, I'm back. One home internet connection later and a day of ahem, "working from home" and I'm sliding gently into cyberspace like a, well, let's just leave that simile be, shall we ( Read more... )