From
bridget jones - the edge of reason, by Helen Fielding.
This--just to pluck an example out of the air--is what I feel at this precise moment.
1. Lonely, tired, frightened, sad, confused, and extremely sexually frustrated.
2. Ugly, as hair sticking up in imaginative peaks and shapes and face all puffy from tiredness.
3. Confused and sad as no idea if Mark still likes me or not and scared to ask.
4. V. lovingful of Mark.
5. Tired of going to bed on my own and trying to deal with everything on own.
6. Alarmed by horrifying thought that have not had sex for fifteen million, one hundred and twenty thousand seconds.
So. To sum up what I really am is a lonely, ugly, sad act gaggin for sex. Mmmm: attractive, inviting. Oh, I don't bloody well know what to do.
some of it doesn't apply (e.g. am not gagging for sex, and am not ex-significant other of fictional mark darcy/colin firth). but i found the passage amusing and more or less relevant to life at the moment.
On the other side of things, one of the songs that i've rather liked lately is "Bitch".