no time like the present to tell you that...
27 December, 2003
So I almost bust by arm this week. Never broken my arm. Its as close as I would like to get to it thankyou very much.
Actually the past few weeks have been all about getting too close for comfort with the Ouchy parts of life. Not heart ouchy though- physical and mental ouchy.
Christmas is over- I had a good one- especially compared to a friend who got shitfaced drunk and passed out just before people were due to turn up to her house for a Christmas party. Some of them managed to break in and had a party- the other's didn't and turned up and were pissed off- and not let it (I don't understand that last bit either.)
I think this diary is about to die. That's okay. All good and medium and middling and in the middle blah blahs come to an end.