Where's my Big?

Sorry to bum you all out folks but I'm having a tough day. I'm dissappointed in myself because I've been doing so well. I had a great time at the Halloween party, it was really good fun and it felt good to be out. It also felt really good to be back at uni today. We were writing reviews today which I felt was really my forte because it's based on opinion (which I have a lot of) and it's also very descriptive, which is very me.

I knew something was very wrong today though when I had to go shopping in River Island for my interview outfit. I felt like I'd totally lost my "mojo". I didn't like anything or have any desire to try anything on. I went to the changing room 3 times with pretty much the same outfits each time. The sales assistants must have thought I was mad!

While I'm on it, I noticed on one of my many trips to the changing rooms, in their oh-so-flattering lights and mirrors, that my tattoo has gone very strange and that the ink is in actual fact, leaking out of it! I kid you not. So, any ideas for cover ups would be most appreciated.

So tonight I have watched: House Bunny, Sex and the City movie and am currently watching Brigit Jones diary. Emma and me used to joke that one day I will find my Big, but he will look like Aidan and have elements of Steve and Harry. I hope she's right.

So I'm off to watch Brigit Jones, because she reminds me of myself. Although I don't get to snog Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. Damnit!

Thanks again to all who have sent me kind messages. They really do make a difference. And thank you all for putting up with me. I'm hoping I'll be on the mend soon :)
Bye for now.

P.s. Wouldn't it be nice if all men reacted to big knickers the same way as Daniel Cleaver!