It began last night with yet another resolution to stop falling for the wrong guys and a trashy chick flick. You know, those ridiculous stories that have happy endings? Well gee, I'm not so sure about that, but if there's the promise of Hugh Jackman at the end, then I'm willing to play along for an hour and 16 minutes.
I managed to avoid my nemesis 'Bridget Jones' and plumped instead for 'Someone Like You' which actually is the perfect chick flick to end the kind of week I've had. Jane Goodale, the centre of the story line, could be my new nemesis, except she gets the enigmatic Jackman and I have an empty bed, again.
|Hugh Jackman - who wouldn't.|
After that, I'm on my own. My business will be official and I will be the legal sole proprietor of a bonefide company. That freaks me out - in a good way. It should be enough to distract me from everything else. So why the hell do I worry about the other stuff when all this is going on?