I feel like the majority of my blog posts at the moment are either about gardening, dating or relationships and the lack thereof. But, whatchya going to do? Hopefully, read on… I made the mistake of sitting down about ten minutes ago. And now I’m wondering how much I’d have to tip the Deliveroo driver… Continue reading Miss Independent has a meltdown.
Here’s a little note to fuckboys, I’m trying not to shout. I guess there’s things I need to say, so I’m going to let it out. I’m not being melodramatic, a drama queen or vain, I’m just trying to understand properly – without going insane. I’m not sure what the point is, of your banter… Continue reading A little note to fuckboys…
The delayed hangover has kicked in. I’ve taken as many painkillers as I’m willing to take. And now I’m on a bus to meet my friend for drinks. It’s about 73 degrees and I’m trying to block out the screaming child, wishing that I had just got in an Uber. Up until this point, I’d… Continue reading That’s me, with the hairy knee.
I had grand plans for today. A day off slap-bang in the middle of a heatwave couldn’t have come at a better time. Well, actually, it could if the reason for me taking the day off wasn’t because I had to finish off my second assignment that is due in on Friday. I haven’t actually… Continue reading My grand and seemingly impossible Wednesday plans
I’ve always been a list lover. Especially at work. Being able to tick something off my list is SO satisfying. I have been known to do something, notice it’s not on my list and then add it on afterwards JUST to cross it off. Ahhhh, the satisfaction. Because I love to be busy, often there’s… Continue reading Loving life, loving lists.
Right now my heart feels so full it could burst. And I’m focusing on that rather than thinking about the damage I’ve probably done to my internal organs from being an instigator of necking 21 bottles of prosecco on Friday night and 17 on Saturday. Don’t forget the bottle of sambucca too *shudders*. My ankle… Continue reading Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.
How is it June already?! Like I know actually how it is, but REALLY?! I never believed my Dad when he said ‘time goes quicker when you’re older’, because in my head I’ve been 27 for the past six years, but bloody hell he’s right. Yesterday I got Henna on my arm. It looks beautiful,… Continue reading Six months in…