I am currently at my friend's house in London feeling extremely poorly. Its just a nasty cold, because I've been working too much and its winter and I haven't eaten enough vegetables lately. So while she is at work in the city, I fester miserably on her sofa playing on iPhone 4 and catching up with my blogs. While browsing on her computer, I stumbled across her anonymous blog, so after some internal wrangling I read it.
The adventures and misadventures of a twenty-something. Also those of my friends, which they really appreciate.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Dos and Donts of First Dates
"Lets get so trashed we don't remember this tomorrow darling!" |
It's not like I've been on a lot of dates. But I see everything as a learning opportunity and that's really all that some of them were, at best. I haven't had one in a long time. (Or a date, HA. You're welcome.)But I'm going on a really important first date soon, and lying in bed this morning contemplating how I can achieve being as little of a total dick as possible, the following rules of first dates came to mind.
Monday, 6 February 2012
Why being a writer is hard
Being a writer is not easy, in and of itself. First comes the question - who can categorise themselves as a writer? Do you have to be paid for it? Published? Read? Write with a certain regularity? Ability? In one sense I suppose we are all writers. But I am going to go ahead and work under the premise that writers are those of us who write for an audience.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
How not to have bad sex - vol 2
So I told you I'd write a post about my friend who is sleeping with a boy who wears skirts.
I would like to add that at the time when she told me, I was sleeping with a boy who has a life-size Alexandr the Meercat tattoo on his leg which he got for a bet, so despite my screeches of laughter, I didn't really have a leg to stand on. So to speak.
I would like to add that at the time when she told me, I was sleeping with a boy who has a life-size Alexandr the Meercat tattoo on his leg which he got for a bet, so despite my screeches of laughter, I didn't really have a leg to stand on. So to speak.
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