Tonight, while I was taking advantage of a fatherless living room (he's in Cyprus for some reason) my mum looked up from her maxi-pad with news that Nigella Lawson was a coke head, dubbed 'Higella' (clever that) and that she was 'really disappointed, because I really like her'. Has my mother not learnt anything from me at all? I quickly informed her that she also really likes me, that cocaine does go up your nose but it in no way defines how good you are as a person. I'm sick of trying to keep my mother in the know with the right attitude towards drugs, and harshly reminded her each time she says things like that, she is showing her age. Drug abuse can effect anyone, and when it escalates, like it has done with me in the past, it's usually for very understandable reasons. Nigella Lawson was clearly in an unhappy relationship and probably turned to drugs to escape from an abusive, money fuelled marriage. Money does NOT buy happiness. She exceeded with food; I suppose drugs were a welcome release.
Not a lot has happened to me since last weekend. I've been working. I've realised the pointlessness of personal list-making for things, now that looking at something from a simplified perspective is so much easier. I am taking care of my skin with Lush, Creme de la Mer and Kiehls. I am taking my health kick seriously. Today I ate an entire apple. I've been feeling like shit all week, so I am glad to really be genuinely taking my health seriously. There's a guy at work who I think I might fancy, I haven't really got a good look at him, and it might just because I caught him looking at me, he seems a bit camp and there's an element to him that for some reason makes me think he might be an absolute cunt but maybe that's because he reminds me of a cunt I once worked with in London called Karl who I once thought I liked but was a complete cunt to me. We'll have to see. That's all you're allowed to know for now anyway.
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