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Successfully living with your Significant Other aka 8 ways to finish off your year not a murderer

So I guess I have a boy room/bedmate. We live together, like, every day. For like, months now.

The Big Dream and The Get-me-out-of-here

There is a pandemic sweeping the lives of the late-twenty-early-thirty-something year olds who don't have children, might have fur-babies and wake up one day asking themselves WHAT THE FUCK. If you are reading this and taking a big deep breath... Continue Reading →

5 things I thought would be different when I left home

It has been almost 10 years since I left home and went out into the wild, scary, unknown world of adulthood living. I feel like I was truly and utterly underprepared for what was out there, and had I known,... Continue Reading →

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger…or maims you horrifically for life

I like that saying: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"(WDKYMYS). It sounds good, it's inspirational. It makes you think "Heck, things were tough/awful/soul destroying - but I'm still here!!" People have appropriated that saying into songs (looking at you... Continue Reading →

My Lighthouse

Are you a human adult? Do you find yourself unable to sleep some nights (even when you are utterly exhausted) because the great whirring globule inside your skull has chosen this exact moment to throw all of the personal challenges... Continue Reading →

Encounters with morons

There are  few people who's advice I truly value. My parents (because they have known me since before I was just a tiny puke-inducing parasite in my mothers stomach and they honestly want what's best for me), a handful of... Continue Reading →

Someone hated on me on Twitter…So I'm big time now. AKA Outta my way peasants

When I'm not receiving packages, making coffee's or answering phones  9-5, I'm out in the world trying to make my parents proud (and draw as much attention to myself as physically possible). Sometimes my attention seeking takes the form of... Continue Reading →

5 ways to downgrade last nights regrets, AKA What do you and Jesus have in common?… You both got hammered.

It's Easter weekend, a time to explore how many chocolate eggs you can cram into your face-hole without catching the diabetes, while also pondering how bunnies and some jewish guy play into things (I want to say...re-incarnation? As bunnies? Is it that?!... Continue Reading →

I hate going to the Gym but I hate being Fat more

Today, like most days I set my alarm for 6am because yesterday, like most days, I could not be fucked going to the gym after work. Today, like most days, I rolled over, denied my alarm and re-set it for... Continue Reading →

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