Dear Diary

Entry 3

Dear diary,
                    My fat legs are aching from running to find my purse yesterday. Didn't see anyone living it large in stavely. But i bet my 50 quid went on drugs or fags. Its about the level of the reans residents. So angry with myself for dropping it in shit city. Anyway i had a long ass day at work, tried to most of my paper work but ended up cuddling babies instead. This one particular baby was bloody gorgeous, so cute, big brown eyes and chunky legs. Kept trying to bite my nose and chew my hair. I am not broody. I'm absolutely not in baby mode. But this one was a heartbreaker. Washed my hair and ended up crying in the bath at my fat disgusting legs. Can't wait to get into bed. I'm hating this shift. I don't start till 9:15 and i dont finish till quater to 5. And i fucking hate it. What i need is a job where i start supper early and finish around 1am. That would be absolutely fucking pukka. Anyway thsts not going to happen so i just need to get used to it. Or find a new job. Which basically isnt going to happen. Think im gonna go and cry off to bed 💜