Life is funny.

While I was out jobhunting, i found the coolest used bookstore (that wasn't hiring) and bought a loved copy of bridget jones' diary. Have you ever had the feeling that when you are reading a book you begin to assume the same style of speaking as in a book? As in- I want a flat, a fag, and some cute knickers? No?

I do.

I'm enjoying the book mucho, though.

It would only be better in a bathtub with ice cream cake, red wine, and jewel songs being sung at the top of my lungs. :)