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January

Flapocalypse

Flappy Bird must die.

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January

Melted.

After what feels like an absolute age, I finally got round to seeing Frozen tonight.

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January

Ribbed for Displeasure.

There’s a point in every girl’s life where she grows to love her friends.

There’s also a point in every girl’s life where she grows tired of her friends, because they’re the type to furnish her with a ridiculous nickname.

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January

The One.

I’ve found a sure fire way of working out if a chap is worth your time or not.

You tell him the you’re doing a radio show. He listens to said radio show and still wants to talk to you, despite an extended link about zoophilia.

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January

Justified. Not The Debut Justin Timberlake Album. Or The American TV Drama.

Never did I think that a single textbook could make me feel like the University course I’d chosen to do was actually proper and legitimate.

How wrong I was.

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January

On The Move.

With the news that we’re going to be having new people coming to look round our house any day now, I’m internally freaking out.

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January

Back In The Green.

I’m sat in my room giggling to myself because Matt and Philip are back doing Hip Hop Sunday on Tone Radio.

I mean seriously, two of the funniest boys I know, even if it’s not always intentionally. Bad attitudes, hot bods.

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January

Contemplative Completion.

Nobody died.

Nobody cried.

This horrendous week is over.

Everyone’s coming round to ours tomorrow for a film night.

I’m going to put some food in my face and go to bed.

 

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January

All Filler, No Killer.

In terms of bad weeks, this last one has to be right up there.

I can’t remember a time where I’ve been more on edge, or more annoyed at life for just being shit, if we’re being honest.

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January

Fleeting Fame

So…this morning was weird. Nice weird, but weird all the same.