You know those days when you just laugh and laugh and laugh until eventually your mind snaps and those gleeful outbursts change to whimpers and sobbing? Well that was me yesterday. As far as I could tell I wasn't happy (or later sad) about anything in particular. There wasn't any blatant catalyst. I wasn't hungry, … Continue reading Rude.
This next week is going to be brutal. It's that dreaded time of month for me: The week before payday. The poverty challenge. A week where I'm stuck on a diet of soup, bread, water and crumbs of desperation. The week where my hair resembles a drunk boofont and my eyebrows look like something from Teen … Continue reading Wolfbrows (limping towards payday.)
Walking home in the rain is something I quite enjoy. There’s something tremendously soothing about it, more so if you’re listening to the right music whilst you stroll through the streets. Everyone has done it; a slow song comes on as you trudge across the watery pavements and suddenly you’re not on Argyle Street anymore, … Continue reading Say anything.
From the moment I wake up I spend the majority of my morning thinking about the nap I get to take later, should I survive the day that is. By definition of age I am a fully-fledged adult, by comparison to others…well, not so much. People I endured high school with have kids, careers; they … Continue reading #Adulting
It’s a given for anybody, anywhere in the world, that some days are going to be harder than others. Whether that be physically, emotionally, mentally… Everyone has bad days, and worse days still. I could tell from the go that today was going to be one of those days for me. A lot of people … Continue reading Hostage
The purpose of these daily posts wasn't simply to get me writing again, but also as a form of catharsis; a way to soothe my soul and stop me wanting to punch things (and people.) With that said I’ll move swiftly on to the topic of today’s entry: Triggers. I have three easily trigged moods: … 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 perpetuate, but normally basking in the glittery gay glory of Eurovision isn't one of them. Until this year anyway. Like a fat diabetic kid seduced by McDonald's, I was drawn in and I fucking loved … 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 was a run and then a chilled evening, however that went flying out the window when I heard the tempting whisper of alcohol. If anyone stumbles upon my willpower, please give me a shout? Cheers. … 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 knows me. However, of late my anger levels have been spiking randomly and rapidly. I'm perpetually short tempered and probably not exactly a hoot to be around. Kinda ranty most of the time to be … Continue reading *Eye roll*