To be honest, going out with Ed after Josh is like moving on to Duchy Originals super-tasty seeded loaf after plastic white bread. (I don't mean to be rude about Josh. And I didn't realize it at the t...
This is what's so annoying about going out with Luke. You can't get away with anything.
Thinking back, perhaps it took me longer than it should have to guess that he wasn't playing ball, so to speak. In fact, he actually had to punch me in the face get me off him - although he was very a...
The streak of bleach in my hair is as obvious as ever. Am I really going out in public like this? I push my hair backward and forward a few times - but I can't hide it. Maybe I could walk along with m...
Sweetheart, I know you think it'll be a cathartic experience and you'll say your piece and everyone will come away the wiser,' says Dad. 'But in real life that doesn't happen. I've confronted enough a...
Something tells me organizing a protest against your husband’s client has got to be even worse than selling his Tiffany clocks.
So, says Jack at at last...you broke up with Connor.Wow. So we're straight to the point. So, I reply defiantly. You decided to stay.Yes, well..., I thought I might take a closer look at some of the Eu...
So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. I’ll be able to live in it. Really, it’s an investment.
She's not talking to me. She's talking to the Imaginary Daily Mail Judge, who constantly watches her life and gives it marks out of ten.
Oh God. I'm losing it. Everyone knows this is how criminals get caught. They add too many details and trip themselves up.
Maybe this is karma.
Make-up artists should hereby get the Nobel prize for adding to human happiness. And so should hairdressers. And so should Luke.
Love is finding one person infinitely fascinating. And so... not an achievement, my dear. Rather, a privilege.
Love is finding one person infinitely fascinating . John seems lost in thought again— then comes to. And so…not an achievement, my dear. He gives me a mild, kind smile. Rather, a privilege.
Life's too short for minimalism.
It’s the way he had a cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up. It’s the way he turned on his laptop especially for me to look up all my Internet horoscopes and helped me choose the best one. He knows...
It's his mother's birthday? But he didn't tell me. I don't have a card. I don't have a gift. How could he do this to me?Men are crap.
It's a GIRL.It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I sa...
If it's in the bin, it's public property.
I want him.I'm sorry? I peer at her, flicking my mobile open out of habit.The man I just met. I felt it, right here. The sizzle. She presses her concave stomach. I want to dance with him.