Spare me the emotional fuckwittage...please.

Spent morning finishing Bridget Jones's Dairy which would explain why I'm now writing in Bridget style. I've watched both movies many times and just last night decided to read the book as just finished reading last work of fiction left in my personal library. It was just sitting on the coffee table for days, so snatched it up and resolved to read it and return it to coffee table by next morning...which I did.

As single woman who's had her own share of fuckwit boyfriends, I LOVED it.

Bridget Jones is genius and have decided to ignore all emotional fuckwittage thrown my way by various men coming in and out my life.

Like just this morning.

Received instant message from boy who recently told me he "loved me", then royally fucked up when agreed to meet and did not answer phone until too late and I was getting ready for bed. Just this morning messages me that he can't stop thinking about me. That I'm the only girl that he thinks about having sex with constantly, also confessing desire to fuck me and eat me.

To which I responded: Perhaps you should have thought about this more before I shaved my legs and my pussy and waited two hours for you to answer your phone. I suspect you only want to "fuck me" and "eat me" because I have not let you do that yet. And by the way, fucking and eating has nothing to do with "love". Good bye.

Hah!

Take that!

He he he.... all the fuckwits in my life will have to put up with my new Bridget attidute until I start reading another book.

Have also decided that my next boyfriend must be just like Mark Darcy. Yum!