I found a draft that I must have written a little bevvied it reads ‘some people’s mums are really annoying, sort your mum out she’s annoying me via you putting pictures of her on the internet’
I have NO idea what I am doing with myself at the moment. Last night we drank whiskey and went to a smiths night and for this charming man they handed out flowers and everyone was swinging them and dancing away it was so much fun and did you watch john cooper clarke on have I got news for you? dreamboat! I had a nice halloumi burrito on friday
still one of my favourite texts I’ve received is ‘I’m watching my cousin play football and there was someone called Darcey and she scored an own goal’ it really resonates with me
I seem to have a penchant for making videos of myself dancing when I feel sad so here’s last nights naff dancing to lovers rock
I am making dinner for two of my friends, I am making mushroom risoniotto if you must know, thanks hugh-fearnley your veg recipe book is kickass! do you want to know a secret, last time I had a dinner party I threw up because of too much wine (or being too much fun am I right?) (I was very incognito about it all) and my parents came back later on and smelt sick and asked if one of my friends was...
myrahindleymakeuptutorial: somewhere in an alternate universe rick from the young ones is writing a very emotional poem
i’m wearing a cute ralph lauren jumper to bed to make myself feel better about my boobs being sore
yesterday I asked florence ‘if you had to paint a picture about the way that you feel about ed what would it look like?’ and she said it was a good question, I am really good at asking questions that is a stone cold fact, questions are good! apart from this one time I asked someone ‘if happiness was the national currency what kind of work would make you rich?’ and they weren’t as into it as...
lnfamy: dont you fucking talk shit about garlic bread
I want some friends that are in the age range 30-50, how do I make such friends?
I’m making fleeces my new thing ergo I bought a fleece yesterday, my lack of sleep has been teamed with panicked 9am “get out and get home it’s going to snow” calls from my parents, I have cute bruises on my thighs
It is my 19th birthday tomorrow if you are still fretting about what to buy me here are some hints, a burberry print iphone case, eyeshadow, a cos a-line shirt, a newky b schooner glass and something that begins with swimming and ends in pool I am going to get day drunk, it is my first birthday away from home I feel a bit wobbly
hi, I am listening to ja rule in bed I’m really sleepy and awake what’s happening
I am glad the kardashians is on because everything is making me sulky, like why is my internet not working? why are my eyes looking so grey?
I am visiting my friend in Leicester update update! on friday I fell asleep on the dance floor whilst dancing, the surrealist thing ever, last night I stayed out till 5am and didn’t fall asleep mid throwin shapes, score! I danced and bought sols! I have fallen in love with a boys accent (and his shoes) I think I am 70% funnier in Leicester
I’m v into kissing at the moment, I’m happy for my 18 year old nearly 19 year old self
last night I ruddy managed to spill a whole mug of green tea on my head!!!! mad skills!
yesterday I found my lost keys and today I bought billy bragg tickets!
today someone left 14 pound coins in the ticket machine, I took all 14! Florence and I bought a card for our Dad’s birthday tomorrow that says ‘you’re so old you’re starting to smell of wee!’ and then we wrote inside ‘lol joke you started smelling of wee years ago!’ I laughed so hard I doubled over! card shopping is my new favourite pastime! I ate a v nice...
coolkool: Darcey once fell over outside at school and a girl purposefully opened a window and shouted “HAHA!” at her. This is a fond memory of mine, along with the time we were walking home, chatting and the next thing I know Darcey is underneath my feet on the floor after slipping on the ice. Watching people falling over on the ice used to be a bundle of laughs.
honeysaint: treat yourself to a glass of water
the Prince Albert pub in Brighton is one of my favourite pubs, partly because of the cheap ale but mainly because of the toilets. I have a note on my phone specifically dedicated to ‘Prince Albert Toilet Scrawlings’. the toilets are covered in drawings and writing, the kind of writing where people reply and a lot, (bar a few woz ere’s and sarah <3 jacks) are intelligent and...
a fuzzy video of the sun streaming in through the window ft a chin spot