I'm not going to do this poncy updatingyouonthelast6months nonsense. A bit of mystery is good for the soul. And boy, there's been plenty of that I can tell thee!
Today, I painted my face with a celticy fairy design, took pictures, filmed a gorgeous girly singing sad songs (yes, I had tears..and bumps made from geese!), laughed until I couldn't breathe, walked like a Jamaican pensioner, and generally felt very very grateful for everything around me. That's right, I'm a woman and I feel fulfilled most at a point in my life when I'm single. Pah, have that, media! Have that, nuclear family! I. am. happy. And I'm not interested in meeting anyone else. So sod off weird guy in a blue van and flirty man in Tesco. Just you sod right off!
It's a quarter to two to the a.m and I really should be asleep. I'm sat here thinking about how much I miss my Wolverhampton homies. Sarah, Jo, Carrie, and all of their children combined (And Kat who has no children...yet!). I have got used to seeing six of my eight favourite children every single day.
When you tell people you read books they instantly assume you're intelligent. Which is not only highly inaccurate but also really quite sad.
That is all.
'Don't blame yourself. Let me do it.'
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