fuck, i'm bridget jones!

dunno.., nothing makes you feel a true single like a trip to the almost-empty supermarket on a saturday night 8pm, buying chocolate for the next hours, cereals for the next morning, and stir-through sauce for the next dinner...

also, as a rule, i hate supermarkets. everything is so blindingly normal. you try not to feel excluded, and to stare at people who go after their day-to-day business: fathers in shorts who are not sure exactly what they're supposed to buy, she-friends who go shopping for their joined evening, women in creased business suits just wanting to get home. but then you just stop looking into other peoples faces. i hate supermarkets.