Character: Bridget Jones. Page 3

So, to sum up what I am in fact, get lonely, ugly, sad little creature who dreams about sex.

And yet, there are a few additional thoughts: some women insanely confident just because their former beloved still want them to come back to them (as long as those old lovers don't marry someone else, ha ha).

I kind of thought she was pregnant, but in fact knew that no, it's like you're coming home late at night and you think someone is coming for you, although I know that in reality it is not.

For some reason I got mad at Daniel. He's also responsible, but he did not have to spend eight pounds ninety five pence, hiding in the bathroom and pee on a stick...

It is equally important to find a nice guy and not to mess with anyone. Namely: alcoholics, workaholics, those who are afraid of a serious relationship, or erotomania suffers from delusions of grandeur and moral freaks. And finally, it's important to dream about the person who has all these virtues.

- Why did you decide to work on TV?
- I'd like to communicate with children. They are our future.
- Do you have children?
- Thank God, no.

Being a woman is worse than being a farmer. So much to fertilize and to clean: remove candle wax vegetation on the legs, shave the underarm hair; to pluck eyebrows; a heel scrub with a pumice stone; the roots of the hair tinting; skin clean scrub and moisturize with a cream; acne disinfecting lotion; nail rasp; eyelash dye; cellulite massage; abdominal muscles to strengthening exercises. And the whole labor process must be perfectly balanced - should you be distracted from him for a few days, and all efforts will come to naught. Sometimes I'm horrified to imagine what I would look like if returned to its natural appearance, given to me by nature: on each drumstick at his thick beard with long mustache, overgrown eyebrows; on the face a graveyard of dead skin cells with tombstones in the form of acne; long curving nails, like a vampire; eyes blind as the mole, and I squint stupid, like ancient old, as no contact lenses, and saggy body sways from all sides. Oh, no. Is it any wonder that women are so insecure?

Mr. Fitzherbert, as I suspect, a sex maniac who only knows how to examine my Breasts. And this is Perpetua, she's a bit older than me and so he imagines himself a boss, I want to drop her on the head with something heavy. Daily calls best friend Jude, head of Department of investment Bank Bridling and spends most of the day in the bathroom crying because of another idiot. Shats - journalist, "fucking" is her favorite word. How - pop star ' 80s, during his career he recorded only 1 disc, and then left, thinking that this will be enough to have sex for 90 years...

Oh God, I did it, I'm gone, gone... a Few minutes ago I couldn't imagine life without him, a now do not want to remember...

"Mom," I said. - Tom knew he was gay from the age of ten.
- Oh, dear! believe me! You know how people get these silly ideas. They can always talk.
- Does this mean that if I especially convincing conversation with you, you'd leave dad and started having an affair with Auntie Audrey?

What about my human rights not to hang around with a stamp of ugliness on my face?

- You need a car to get to London? I'm staying here, but they may cause your machine, it will take you.
How is she? - I was surprised.
- My God! Mark drives a company car, he has a driver, silly, explained young.
- Thank you, very nice of you and thanked me. But I'm going to go in the morning, on one of their trains.

It struck me as funny to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on the sidelines, looking contemptuously at the other guests. Like having the name Heathcliff, and therefore spend the whole evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy!" and banging my head against the tree.

Great. I'm late, my hair is a MOP and I can hardly breathe in those terrible shorts.