I feel very alone here, and I don't know what to do about it.

All the tall men are gay.

I am a distinctly mediocre writer.

Why does the universe wait until you think you're happy to fuck you over.

Some of you know, some of you don't, I'm a tall girl. I actually measured myself the other night and I'm 5'11" and a half. I work in a shop that sells clothes to tall women.

Yet the other day at work, a woman said to me, "You're not tall. Why are you working here?"

Needless to say, I was a little offended. I'm not one of those girls who's ashamed or awkward about being tall either, I really love it. I wear heels and I don't slouch the way I used to in high school to make myself look a little shorter. The silliest part though was that I work with a girl who's 5'6". She escaped unscathed!

Last week I was folding some bags at work and the sharp edge one one of them scratched my arm, then today when I was folding bags again it started to itch like some old war wound.

I appreciate it must be hard being you, but does that really mean that every time I make plans you have to fuck them up. It's almost like you do it on purpose. I love you a lot, but for the love of god think about someone other than yourself for once.

One o'clock on a tuesday lunchtime is NO TIME for bohemian rhapsody to be played in the pub.

The only thing MORE ANNOYING than being REALLY ANNOYED is when there is NOBODY AROUND TO TELL ABOUT IT ALL.

Wow. I've gone from doing practically nothing for months to doing something all day, every day, for the last five days. And I'm booked up for the rest of the week too. It's pretty awesome.

Pretty much determined to make this a good summer. I've spent the last two or three summers doing nothing and being horribly lonely and depressed. Not again!

I am also going to read some books. Yes.