Adulting (v): to carry out one or more of the duties and responsibilities expected of fully developed individuals (paying off that credit card debt, settling beef without blasting social media, etc). Exclusively used by those who adult less than 50% of the time. -Curtesy of Urban Dictionary If you're a millennial, or even remotely of that era, I can guarantee you've … Continue reading Used to count sheep, now I count aches and pains.
I had the great pleasure of witnessing the first signs of grey hair in my mid 20's, but it's only since turning 30 that I've started to notice the rest of my body sprinting to catch up to my roots. Why is it that when men age they become known as silver foxes, but an … Continue reading Welcome to your 30’s, you officially work with people who were born in 1998.
I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but when I opened my Twitter account back in 2009, I had no idea of the impact it was going to actually have on my life. In a land before time when memes weren’t even a thing and before I was composing 1500 word blog posts for … Continue reading How Twitter changed my life
I crawl into bed each night next to a perfectly stacked pile of books on my bed side table, all of which are half read (half is actually pushing it, I've probably only read the forewords). I love books, the smell, the feel of flipping though pages, the bright colours and individual design of each … Continue reading I hate reading. There, I said it.
If you were late for work this morning because you had to stop and get a pumpkin spice latte at your local Starbucks drive-thru where the barista, who knows you by name, proceeded to compliment your oversized blanket scarf as you drove off listening to the latest Taylor Swift album, you might be a basic … Continue reading Pumpkin spice and everything nice – Tales of a basic bitch
Since it’s 2018, I’d like to think that I don’t have to explain the millions of reasons why you should never ask a woman in her thirties (or a woman at any age really) why she doesn’t have kids. To save you from having to ask, I’ve decided to address this relatively hot topic and … Continue reading Proud member of the no-babysitter’s club
As I prep tonight’s gourmet single-girl dinner which consists of half a bag of Skinny-pop popcorn and a caffeine free Diet Coke, I find myself feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt for having given up on myself. I guess you could say my “fuck it” meter is at an all time high at the moment. … Continue reading Forget the spark, I need a blow torch