exercise shaming

I don’t like this exercise thing. I know I need to start liking it for my 50 year old (curvy, richer) self. But listen. LISTEN, LINDA. MAN’S NOT HOT. I kid. Listen. Exercise isn’t fun. It doesn’t look good. I don’t get a rush doing it. I don’t look forward to doing it. Si fundyms. […]

daddy’s girl

It’s Monday again and no, I haven’t finished doing any of the work I’m supposed to. I need to figure out so much where my work is concerned – primarily, how badly I want to keep doing it. Issa mad ting – saying no to money because you know you should be paid more, in […]

I’m on my period – YAZZZZ

Getting your period is amazing because it is like the foolproof confirmation that you’re not pregnant. Ok in most cases unless seriously you were kinda sorta meant to have this baby and got pregnant, somehow, during your period. That’s a thing, right? Like, that one time that you had sex and then were 2 hours […]

beaches

In principle, I like beaches. They’re a plethora of shades of blue, which was my favourite colour before I decided that rainbow could be my favourite colour, fuck limited choices, and they have pretty sand, which gets everywhere, but it’s worth it, because that means that you were doing super fun things like building sandcastles […]

ugly babies

Apparently it is a taboo to write about ugly babies. Every time I say that is going to be my next blogpost, someone looks at me like I’m the Devil Incarnate (which, obviously, is a complement – everyone knows that Jesus was an average looking muscly chap, and Lucifer was a…handsome devil. Fine as hell. […]

stupid children

What if you end up having stupid children? The choices of your children may or may not be a direct reflection of your parenting, but even so, it is entirely possible that you could have done your job, properly, as an adult (ha!) and parent – sung to them in the womb, done positive emotional […]

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