Deb's Diary

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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...
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...