I've seen this doing the rounds recently and thought I'd join in, though the trend may be over by the time this is posted. Who cares, right?! I just figured it would be a bit of fun and I haven't done something like this in a little while. So, sit back, relax and get ready … Continue reading 73 Questions… A Vogue Parody.
This is all going to sound ridiculous if you're of sound body and mind, or if you follow me on twitter and know that I used to be a Chef. But, today I cooked a meal from scratch, for what may possibly be the first time ever; in my own home. Obviously, I eat at … Continue reading I cooked/A little win!
This feeling is creeping up on me more and more frequently these days. I have so much stuff, I mean I could form an emotional attachment to an old cereal box if I wanted to. I just know that I don't need it. Stuff is just stuff. And I have so many boxes of stuff … Continue reading The urge to purge!
I don't like to live with regret. I have come to learn that it is pointless, and it has sort of become my new thing this year to not let myself regret anything. So, when those thoughts creep in, I change them. I sometimes think I shouldn't have quit my job, that it would have … Continue reading Regret is a waste of time
It's one that I do not choose to play. I see people most days following me online, then disappearing again once they see me posting and realise I haven't given them a follow back. That's not how this works for me. I follow people and things that I am interested in, things that inspire me, … Continue reading The follow unfollow game!
One for each year she had missed. Her sister dropped it off one day. A brown envelope; containing a number of smaller envelopes, all different shades of pink. I hate pink. And one letter "Explaining everything". Apparently, it had been fifteen years since we last had contact. I thought it was longer. Every year she … Continue reading Birthday Cards
I know when my brain is not at it's best because I become scared. Scared of my own shadow even. Things stick in my brain more than any other time. I think someone is watching through the window. I see someone standing over my bed at night. I can't go to the bathroom, the next … Continue reading Broken Brain
My Granddad came and spoke to me just now, he told me that I need to get help. Said he worries about what will happen to me when anything happens to him and my Nanna. They look after me, and always have. And honestly, I wonder that myself. Will, I thrive? I mean, I know … Continue reading Help?!
I wish I could write in my sleep, because my brain has so much to say then and it would help to get it all out. I don't remember any of it now. I do remember that I was playing Grand Theft Auto in my sleep last night, as though I was actually inside of … Continue reading I don’t know what to title this.
As soon as I wrote my title I got the feeling I had written a post like this before, and if I have I apologise but I am going to keep going (and I will also link it below, like a professional). Never have I ever... gotten waxed! I've been thinking about this a lot … Continue reading Never have I ever!