I have woken up prickly.
‘You have odd choice in men, Violet.’
WHAT! That is what my BFF told me this morning.
I could’ve taken it in the humorous way that it was meant but I have a headache and am getting the flu and sometimes you just want to be told you have a fabulous haircut and the best shoes, even if it isn’t true, and I am filled with self pity because I’ve had the worst haircut and do have odd choice in men and I just didn’t feel like hearing it this morning.
So. I am changing my tune. And have written a new manual.
HOW TO MURDER A GIRLFRIEND.
Tell her you are going to murder her.
And then laugh and cry and get over it and move on and love her anyway and take all your prickliness out on your hairdresser and buy new shoes.
That is all.