All in life rambles
Nobody goes to spin classes for any other reasons than the promise of a slightly pertier arse and because we think we should.
An antiquated and absurd view that by thirty so much life shit should be order, and if it's not, put simply - we've fucked it.
I vow to stop spending my money going for drinks with people I deep down don't really enjoy the company of.
It feels like 1998 and I'm bloody loving it.
if you were to do a recce of my calorie intake over the last 8 days I'd qualify for World's Biggest Loser and give Rik Waller a run for his money.
You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.
I have found myself falling down the very dark, Love-Island-Instagram-Why-Is-Everyone-So-Beautiful-And-I-Look-Like-Rab-C-Nesbitt hole
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone
We make new friends every week in the smoking area of some hell hole dressed up like an All Bar One. And then one day we wake up, and something has changed.
...and it ain't a glittery muffin, thanks.
Developing a taste for gin and reading before bed. #nanlife
A reflection, some improvements and a little shout out #teamguardHappy New Year.
The times you find yourself quite contently being knee deep in another ITV drama.
Why you bragging about living in Clapham?
We were too busy trying to not be a teenager. We wanted the next thing.
WHAT AM I DOING, I DIDN'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU HAD FOR BRUNCH THE FIRST TIME AROUND?