The purpose of these daily posts wasn’t simply to get me writing again, but also as a form of catharsis; … Continue Reading Triggers.
“Daddy, what’s a Eurovision?” “It’s a noun. Meaning a mass of hungover homosexuals.” There are quite a few stereotypes I do … Continue Reading I blame Eurovision.
Despite my best intentions sometimes you’ve got to cut loose and last night was no exception. What was originally scheduled … Continue Reading Whatcha waiting for?
My inability to deal with the public, or people in general for that matter, isn’t really news to anyone that … Continue Reading *Eye roll*
Another day in Glasgow where the sun has decided to shine. A rare occurrence for sure, some claim it to … Continue Reading Glasgow, steal my sunshine.
I’ve been sort of floundering lately in all aspects of my life. At work, socially, with my family; just every … Continue Reading Hi, my name is…