Part journal, part documentary of one aging grrl's crazy confusing Island life.
Monday, March 28, 2011
I AM a miserable old b*tch!
As I rode into town bright and early this morning (bitching), I reflected on the weekend and realised that apart from a cashier and neighbourly hello, I had literally spoken to NO ONE all weekend (texts don't count).
There is no doubt that I am well on my way to becoming that scary old witch lady on the hill with a flock of strays and more imaginary friends than real ones (see below).
Who I spent the weekend with. Thank you A&E
I was a little upset by this at first and complained to people about it via whatsapp (no one replied). But I have to admit to myself and everyone. It was pretty much the best weekend ever.