I am so very easy.

Because I can fall for anyone if they are honest to me (even if it hurts) and if they make themselves vulnerable.

Today I argued with him; I argued because someone criticised his script. I said they were a good scriptwriter, and he should heed the advice; he didn't think so and even went so far as to say I was vain because I only thought she was a good scriptwriter because I had the main part in her newest script. I could have responded by telling him that if I was vain, I'd have said the same about his scripts- then he said I was playing devil's advocate, which is what he does to dismiss all of my points. I told him in no uncertain terms I wasn't. He can be such a tosser. But he is honest and vulnerable.

Anyway, I went to see The Other Boleyn Girl with one of my best friends; who actually knows me, and about me and Bombazine. I do not know what euphemism I should call her by; she's acerbic and sharp but sweet. So pale, and docile looking. Melancholic. Anyway, she had a talk to me; she said her Dad doesn't contact her but does her sister. She's so lovely; she deserves better. She said she didn't know, sometimes, why we liked her; I told her later that it was because she was sharp, clever, funny, witty, and kind but without people knowing it, because she's honest. She is pretty too; I told her that this wasn't on the why I was friends list though. I just wanted to touch her and say it'll be alright; but then, she told someone else because they're unflappable. I just said that I thought she was right, and it was wrong that she has to stifle her anger, and that her Dad was in the wrong. We read each other's creative writing, and we were honest (but it did not hurt) and we were vulnerable. And I adore her sometimes. I think she tells me what she thinks is the truth; but she fights with so many people that I can't ever trust her completely. Why does she fight with them, why do they all argue with her?

Today I ate:

a cookie-210
chilli con carne without rice-600
some crisps-170
some chocolate and cream-200
a half pint of lager-100
a tangerine-20

1300.
I walked to town and back, and around town.

I feel a little sick. I will eat more vegetables tomorrow. Yesterday was 1100. Or maybe 1000.

My waist measures 28.5 inches; but there's a horrible flabby overhang.