Work is boring today. Half of the managers look bloody hungover from Australia Day celebrations still. And my team looks even worse. I think today is a write-off. Who's stupid idea was it to not tag on Australia Day to a weekend? Whoever's idea it was -- bad bad idea. Productivity at all time low ( Read more... )

My name is Bridget Lee, and today I turn 30.

At home. Just woke up. Unspeakably hungover. Last night, the girls (plus hag fags) went to the wine bar to celebrate the onset of The Thirties. It was all nice and sociable chatter until Lydia swooshes in with microscopic halter top and spray-on tan. Typical, she was fucking two hours late… and ( Read more... )