Deb's Diary Archive

Dear Diary, Now that I'm getting on a bit, a lot of my friends are having children. In fact, I was out recently on a friend's birthday, and it was I who was in the minority as a childless, barren wombed singleton. As the conversation is prone to do when you're in a large group...
Dear Diary: So I'm 33 now. It's not like I've ever really dreaded getting older or anything, I suppose I've just always accepted that it's inevitable, albeit begrudgingly. I don't really think I'm all that bothered about some of the things that come with the acceptance of...
Dear Diary. As I told you yesterday, I am in a bit of a pickle. Not the food stuff, mind you, more of an emotional pickle. Several months ago, I was whisked off my feet by a lovely young Englishman who promised me the world. As with all of my relationships, there was just one...
Dear Diary: As you know, this year had been a tough one for me. I've had a really difficult break up to deal with and then the rebound guy who picked the pieces of my broken heart up turned out to be married and I got butt slammed there too. I've not had any desire or...
Dear Diary. Every now and then I do something really stupid. I'm not talking about inadvertantly falling for married guys or risking my entire future with a job in radio, no. I'm talking really stupid. This story probably equals me hitchhiking in the wilderness when I was in...
Dear Diary: I am so excited about something, that I can barely contain myself. I've been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl. I've been primping and preparing myself physically, and mentally, for what could be the beigest and best night of my life. No, I am not going...
Dear Diary, There is something weird going on with my mail. You already know from the TB letter problem that I don't check the mail as often as I should, so it probably doesn't surprise you that I am getting somebody else's mail and have been for quite a long time now - at least...
Dear Diary: I am really upset about something, and I want to take a stand. This Michael Vick guy has had me up at night, thinking about all the bad things I want to do to him (not like all the "bad" things I want to do to Jake Gylennhaal or anything, but like really bad things...
Dear Diary: My fight is so close now, that I can almost smell it. certainly feel it - right in the kisser. On Saturday, while I was sparring with this professional lady boxer, I got punched so hard, square in the face that I almost cried. And I'm not joking when I say this, I...