How’s it goin’?
You’re looking swell today as usual *winks*
I’ve had a weird week. I spent last night cackling into the moonlight, sending
hilarious somewhat witty snapchats to my closest pals, wishing the night would never end, cooped up in my lilac prison cell I call a bedroom.
Alas, as the sky darkened and the clock struck 11, I twisted my soaking wet birds nest into four sections and fell asleep, my head, strewn in rainbow coloured hair clips and headbands from my childhood. I wished my hair would co-operate the next morning. Luckily it did.
For some reason I woke up today in the foulest of moods. I’ve felt a wave of uncertainty drift over me since I failed my driving test
and found out I was going to be stuck with my green-ass provisional licence on Monday morning. I was so sure everything would just fall into place:
New Flat with Best Friends
New City, New Life
But it didn’t. I swear adults make it look so easy but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get my life together and HEY I know I should be grateful because I have a job and a roof over my head which the majority of people in the world don’t have the luxury of possessing...BUT I’M A SPOILT BRAT AND I WANT A BIG WHITE FLAT WITH FAIRY LIGHTS AND A GLAM JOB AND LOADS OF MONEY AND WWAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—
Anyway, there I was, 16:00 standing outside in the blustering winds of June
(I know…) staring up at the sky, fist shaking sternly as if I was telling the young’uns to remove themselves from my lawn, begging whoever/whatever is up there to just give me a little bit of luck. I have a feeling something good is going to happen soon but what do I know!?
Like really please, this city is such a bore on.
You can always tell if people have just moved here because they drink weekly at the same pub near work with the same people, live in a really shitty area like East London or East Central London and act like they’re the fucking Lord jesus by taking instagrams of Big Ben or the River Thames and talk about ‘living the London life’ when they literally don’t know where anything is apart from work/pub. I like to call this small town syndrome but I’ll touch on that in another post.
Yay, It’s almost home time.
Have a sweet evening chicas <3
Big ass love.
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Getting my game boy pocket for my 7th birthday in 1998.
#flashbackfriday daddy and my white-ass baby self chillin in 1991 👶❤
[ The Cast of MATILDA Then & Now ]
I’ve been waiting for this post forever
“Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t.”
These were the pancakes. THE BEST pancakes I’ve ever had.
Peppermint Tea AGAIN
I’m soooo confused. It’s 17:22, I have 8 mins of work left and I’m left here feeling as torn as the Hulks shorts. I need a glass of wine, a massage and a slap in the face. The internet here is slow, man.
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