La Dulce Vida - Da Soul Hip Blog Queen - When Dulce Lost It And Shrimp Got Wings

I couldn't possibly be any more unproductive today, which is the main motive behind this miserable blog post.

Today I lost 'it'. That last piece of my ripped and torn sanity, the edges of which I was clinging to is now lost possibly for ever. If you see it wandering around by itself, please let me know. (Also, if you see a fairly short man, who's light-skinned / mixed-race, in his mid twenties; left-handed and a Capricorn, drives a potentially stolen, definitely uninsured, Vauxhall and looks like is missing a Baby mother - please contact the author.)

I lost my keys last week, but there's nothing new there and besides Dani found them underneath the kitchen table.

I lost my optimism when I checked my bank balance, which I don't do very often for this very reason: I'm so depressed. I'm going to have to live on what I heard Dani's friend spent ten-fold at Mailbox last Saturday. Until the end of September, that is. And beyond.

I would get a job now (one that actually pays, rather than helps the community, for a change); but I'm determined to get my stupid dissertation done so that Shrimp doesn't have to spend the next twenty-five or so years hearing how I almost got an academic literary award for my research, but then morning sickness got on the way and...

But that would not happen, because I LOST MY BLOODY MEMORY STICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course I took a back-up copy - about three weeks ago!

And that's when I became a very bad mother (see, it is possible to become a bad mother, before one becomes a mother). Until today, I haven't had a drop of alcohol (since I found out about Shrimp, not since I turned 18), I've exercised, I've been splashing expensive anti-stretch mark oil on my belly, I've got my five a day, my folic acid, stayed away from fizzy drinks, mayonnaise, sea food, caffeine, reflexologies, martial arts, cats (hate them anyway), insect repellent, soft cheese, goat milk, peanuts, and shot anyone who's lit a cigarette within a square mile, but today, today - I bought a can of sugar free Red Bull!

So there you go. A mother who never quite graduated and her hyper active child. The other option was to jump down from a Tower House. It's so hard to decide, sometimes.