Deb's Diary

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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...
Dear Diary; There's something wrong with me. It's not the TB, not the almost drowning this weekend, or even that I'm always poor. Basically, I'm broken inside. I'm not complaining about not getting any dates or anything like that, because that's not the case. I went out with J-...
Dear Diary. I went away for a little summer trip to New York this weekend and had the most amazing time. I saw the Yankees, laid on the beach in Connecticut, saw a great fireworks display, rode a bike all around Manhattan, and of course did a little shopping. I didn't want to...
Dear Diary: OK, prepare yourself, this one is not a happy one. It was exactly a year ago today that my beautiful friend Buster was taken from me. I had found Buster in the building site behind my house. He was a dirty, cold and hungry pit mix, of whom my boyfriend of the time...
Dear Diary: The last week has been really hard. Now I know how difficult it is to be a professional boxer. Well, actually I still don’t know how hard that is, but I can imagine it’s really hard if I feel like this and I’m only training for one little fight. When I decided lat...
Dear Diary, While I was at Fiesta the other day, picking up my delicious English Marmite, blackcurrant squash and Mr. Kipling's Apple Pies, the strangest thing happened to me. I was at the checkout but realised I need the gum that was on the next isle. So I nipped over and...
Dear Diary: As you know, last week I went on a date with a man I met in a bar. As I told you, it went pretty well. We parted ways with casual plans to meet up this weekend. I was going to be busy at the Lemurs show, but wanted to meet up with him afterwards. For anonymity...
Dear Diary, I am broke. I'm not talking about "oh, I've got no money until payday" broke, or "can you lend me 60cents to get some pop tarts out of the vending machine" broke. No, I am what they call plain broke. I had a very trying year last year, and this was supposed to be my...
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...