Tag: life

I’ve Been Carrying Some Guilt…

Over the past few months I was going to write about a lot of things. For example… I was going to describe the time I was stopped in the city, by a guy who thought I was an art student. I was going to compare how the conversation went in my head, to how it went in reality. (Hint, in…

Angry.

I’ve taken showers at the gym hundreds of times. I’ve never had any strong opinion on them. They’re just a convenient place to splash purple shampoo. Then this week happened. And suddenly those gym showers don’t seem so neutral anymore. Now I look at them and think that they’re basically like every guy I knew when I was seventeen. A…

I Kind of Give a Damn, I Kind of Don’t Care. 

I’ve been quiet. I kind of want to think of something to say to you, I kind of can’t be bothered. I kind of want to disappear, I kind of don’t want to be forgotten. I kind of want to remind you that I exist, I kind of hope you never think of me again. I kind of want to…

See Ya Summer…You’ve Been Hella Deece. 

At the time of writing I’m as equally unsure on my feelings towards the word hella, as I am on my feelings on the word deece. (Are they words? Should they be words? I kind of want them to be words. Is that wrong? IDK.) I am, however, very sure that the last weeks of summer went by in an…

The Paradox of Dieting.

I’ve been on a diet since I was fifteen. (Which, by today’s standards, is actually pretty late. Girls as young as eight go on them now.) It’s not accurate to say that I’ve been eating nothing but celery for twelve years (I haven’t had it beyond that one time I tried it and decided it was yack) it’s far more…

COLLAB: A Letter To My Teenage Self. 

So – in case you missed it yesterday – me and my super buddy Chips, have been working on another sensational collaboration. The premise is pretty simple – she wrote a letter to her future self, I wrote a letter to my younger self – and now we’re publishing each other’s. (#Twinning.) Yesterday I showed you her letter. Today, mine……

COLLAB: A Letter To My Future Self. 

So me and my super buddy Chips, have been working on another sensational collaboration. The premise is pretty simple – she wrote a letter to her future self, I wrote a letter to my younger self – and now we’re publishing each other’s. (#Twinning.) Dear Chips, Do you still dream? Dream about your goals and hopes and future I mean,…

FORO (Fear of Running Out.)

You’ve heard of FOMO, right? Fear of Missing Out? Well, I don’t think I’m really a sufferer. I can’t be. I’m so absent on the whole Social Media movement that by the time I hear about an exciting event, well, it’s already happened months ago. But that doesn’t mean I’m immune to all of these acronymous fears. Mine is just…

I Let Myself Down. 

I have an impressively short list of regrets. It mainly consists of my eyebrows circa 2015, and ever agreeing to watch Star Wars Episodes 1 – 6. But, as of this weekend, I have another one to add to the list. No, I didn’t watch Episode 7 (if I ever do that I’ll just delete the entire blog, okay?) what…

50 Small Things That Make You Smile 😊

1. When someone brings a box of donuts to the office. 😆 2. When you have a good hair day. 😊 3. When you wake up and realise you still have 2 hours left to snooze. 😊 4. When someone says your eyebrows are on point. 😊 5. When you get to the till and the item you want to…