Deb's Diary

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Dear Diary, Last night, I had what can only be called an amazing evening. I know it was a school night, and I've got a responsibility to my show not to not get too messed up but it was worth it. If I think about it, I'm not even sure that I want to tell anyone where I went as I...
Dear Diary, Last week I got asked out by a red head. Now I don't want to sound racialist, but I don't usually do that. I'm not saying that I've got anything against redheads - how can I? I work with and love like a brother, the Original Orange Teddy Bear, Jason Dick. But, being...
Dear Diary. The other day I was talking on the phone with my mum. As I live 3000 miles away from her, we usually talk once or twice a week and in great detail. I love my mum, she is very sweet and caring and a model mother - she even bakes her own bread. You know how mothers and...
Dear Diary, The other day, whist out on a date I noticed something that could possibly mean that my dating life is over. I was having a lovely time on that date, so the thought of no more dates really worried me. OK, here it is: I had just noticed a grey hair. Yes, I said a GREY...
Dear Diary, The day is upon us. Possibly my most dreaded day of the year. It's Tax day. I have been worrying about my taxes ever since I came to the States. I am just useless with anything to do with adding large numbers, or small ones for that matter, and it fills me with...
Dear Diary... A few weeks ago I told you that I had started taking my dog Blue out for a run while I rode my bike. It’s been especially handy while I’ve been ill and unable to run. He seems to love it and I can let him go a lot faster on the bike than on foot. Anyway, if you...
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: 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. 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...