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And then it hit me - if he goes, my soul goes with him. Was I really going to let the love of my life walk away, without even so much as a sensational kiss goodbye? I looked up at him, taking in all his Adonis-like beauty: those mesmerising eyes, with his smooth chocolate coloured hair draping seductively across them, and those lips...Red, smooth and luscious. Oh, I wanted him so badly! My fingers traced the side of his smooth, soft face, unaware of the tears streaming from my eyes from the heavy rain clouds in my mind which had let loose their turbulent downpour. He pulled me close, laying the softest kiss on my forehead. Then he was gone. That was the changing point for me; the day I vowed never to ruin a relationship, or equally as important - my life, again. Tuesday 18 march - mood: cheesed off 9.30pm: It's time for a new approach. A new me, a skinny new me, is ready to explode. The only problem is, how does something explode without making a mess? ...read more.

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Delicious! (I can always start my diet tomorrow) 6.45pm: my dear friend Louise just rang, asked if I fancied a drink tonight. Since everyone's going, thought I ought to make an appearance. I could just start my anti-alcoholism tomorrow; it's not like I'll drink much tonight though. After all, don't I deserve a celebration for my well-motivated gym outing today? I am clearly taking this very seriously, and will soon look simply superb! Very late: I am drunk. Have just stumbled through the door, after single-handedly demolishing 3 bottles of ros´┐Ż, and a twenty deck of Bensons. Quality night. To me the high-light was watching Ben (seriously gay) and Michelle gyrate their bootys on an unsuspecting old man, before leaping onto him in the hope of re-enacting baby's lift in Dirty Dancing. They are all back at mine, so I'm now going to join them and bellow the words of Whitney's 'I wanna dance with somebody' whilst perfecting my sex kitten moves, ready for the next excursion. ...read more.

Conclusion

However, I am not worried, seeing as I will regain some dignity with these AMAZING shoes I bought yesterday. Admittedly they don't go with anything in my wardrobe but that can be fixed with a little retail therapy; plus, who actually cares about co-ordination anyway? Abstract is good! I plan to turn up looking the belle of the ball; so beautiful, that they will automatically assume I have a boyfriend and not bother asking, therefore avoiding any awkward, shuffling of the feet, silent moments. It'd be handy if a muscular, and rather attractive, single young man just happens to notice me looking dashing. To begin my miracle transformation, I started by shaving my legs (A cage full of lions had neater pruned pins than mine). Naked legs are vital to show femininity don't you know. Something about the lack of hair appeals to a man, especially since when they run their hand up your leg, their ring won't get stuck in the curly afros protruding from your limbs. Either that, or the shiny reflection from your freshly moisturised bald leg blinds him, and he fails to notice the true hideousness of your face. Beats me, but whatever it is, it works. ...read more.

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