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so i used to read a diary...
i assume it was on here since i never was much of a fan of the impersonal, by my standards, livejournal/blogspot set-up...
and she was about my age now, maybe 23 or 4
and she was american, though i have no idea, even vaguely, where she was from
and she lived in an apartment building which in my mind looked like the ones in 'friends' [because i grew up watching it religiously and can recite each episode line for line] but probably didn't in real-life...
and she wasn't always happy but she didn't moan about it, or write pretentious prose
she just did general day-to-day things like going to work, meeting friends for coffee, drinking wine with a good film, making cupcakes, people-watching, roller-skating, collecting random bits of trivia for future reference and then crawling into her flatmate's bed when it all got too much...
and it was fascinating!
and i have no idea who she was, where she is now or even what her diary was called
and no idea what my point was
just thought it was worth a mention
also worth a mention:
i'm eating homemade soup [that has at least 6 kinds of root vegetables in it, who knew there were so many?!] and homemade focaccia bread [with red onions and lots of black olives in] and feeling generally happy about life
lorraine's going to phone in a moment though and probably ruin all that with talk of christmas shifts and obligatory overtime...
