A pessimist and an undercover pisshead bitter about the faults inherent in reality. A hopeless romantic that's been worn-away by those she loves. Formerly ambitious and driven but no longer able to ignore the fact that class-structure and old money means she will always be a non-entity, a good natured soul that has realised that one good turn usually deserves a massive punch to the metaphorical kidney. Basically a bitter jaded fucker who tends to drone-on in a self absorbed way about how catastrophic life is – usually offensively – because she realises it is far better to get things off her chest than pick up a sniper’s rifle and shoot whoever gets in her way through the chin.
I feel like shit.
I’m tired and irritant.
I can’t find my copy of the Catcher and I think I’ve broken my favourite coffee mug.
Moving house is a pain in the arse.
I need me a real-life BIG JIM.