Sex is bad for your health

Oh boy, it’s one of those crazy hair days. I woke up feeling quite gorgeous because it was lovely and flat but it’s now throwing a tantrum due to the windy weather and I am Crazy Hair Lady, looking like a cross between Abigail Chay and Don King. Lovely.

Little known-fact: I am totally susceptible to sad movies and TV shows and have been known to run away to hide and wail at sad bits. So I needed a Sex and The City fix, and I was watching the last few episodes of the first season. And then to my horror I remember that Carrie breaks up with Mr., Big in the penultimate episode. I watch anyway, because I’m feeling like a heroin addict who’s finally scored a vein.

Carrie sees Big in church. Big introduced Carrie as his ‘friend’ to his mother. No sign of recognition from Big’s mother. Carrie in church, saying to Miranda that no matter what she’s done, he still won’t let her in. Already, I’m beginning to sniffle. Then Carrie in a fabulous outfit with fabulous luggage and red heels which practically qualify as stilts, and Big waving her down to the car to whisk her away to the Caribbean. Carrie standing in front of Big, asking the question she doesn’t want to ask, telling him that she knows he told her to have faith, but she’s losing hers, and begging him for a sign. "Just tell me I’m the One," she pleads. And he doesn’t, and the look she’s giving him is because her heart is breaking, and she just breaks down, and Big tries to hold on to her and tell her, "Babe, just get in the car, please." And Carrie doesn’t, and she’s left standing on the sidewalk with her fabulous outfit and her fabulous luggage and her killer heels and nothing at all while Big drives away. By the time the credits roll, I’m prostrate on the floor wailing my eyes out.

How long can you be crazy in love with someone who won’t let you in before your poor heart gives out?

I smoked a hell of a lot that night. That might explain the crazy hair. I miss Zeph. A lot.

The Slinky Cat just wants her dog