Reflection

  I'm writing this on Christmas Day. I had a really quiet one this year as my Sister was with her Husband's family and my son went to his Dad's for a few hours so I went to the gym and had a nap after we had lunch with my Mum. My big family day... Continue Reading →

Hot Dogs

I'm quite possibly the world's shittest blogger and I am sorry. I see some people posting daily and I'm just here dawdling along, posting every so often with no consistency or regularity. I used to post loads but the last 2 months have been hectic. Work is really busy, and I  just have moved house.... Continue Reading →

Fuckboys In Disguise

I did a post on Instagram this week about the different types of fuckboys (read my Fuckboy Guide if you haven’t already) and it became clear from the comments and the DMs I received that ‘The fuckboy in disguise’ is, or has been, a major issue for a lot of women. The picture I posted... Continue Reading →

It’s Not Worth The Risk

So you last heard from me a week ago when I told you about my reckless rampage through North London in my temporary role as Mrs Friendly from Happy Land. I had a great time. I did not have a great time for a few days after though. I’m never going out again and if... Continue Reading →

I’m Dun

OK, so this will be a very short blog compared to the usual because this interaction has literally only lasted for 8 hours and so there is no great lengthy history to discuss. I posted on my Insta story today that I took my son to a kid's rave and it was absolutely banging. The... Continue Reading →

The Other Woman

I went to a white collar boxing match on Friday night to watch a friend fight, I love Boxing as a sport, my Dad used to Box and so I was brought up on it. It was a great night, I knew a lot of people there and of course, there were men everywhere, geezer... Continue Reading →

SupercaliFEMINISTICexpialidocious

I’m feeling super feministic today, I’m not sure if that’s a word, but it is now. I want to shout from the roof tops about women's rights and how we need to take urgent action to address these cunting wankers who believe that women's bodies were made for their pleasure. I was walking back to... Continue Reading →

Mr Big

I’m talking to someone. I think I’ve manifested him. If you were to ever know his real name, then you would know why I think that. I’ve been saying his name A LOT. I met him on Instagram a few weeks ago but we just started talking on What’s App a few days ago. We... Continue Reading →

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

I’m childfree this weekend, I could be out doing all manner of things, but I’m sat on my sofa writing my blog, smoking a joint, and eating sushi (not all at the same time). Earlier I derma-rollered my face and lips, so I look like I got stuck on a sun bed for 3 hours... Continue Reading →

Get Happy

So this blog is a follow on from the last one The Law of Attraction. In that blog I told you about a man named Kane who I’d had a few dates with, I didn’t particularly have any major connection to him but I thought I did because I had forced myself to feel like... Continue Reading →

Houdini settings (ghosting)

I got the obligatory ‘apology’ message from Fuckboy Kieron this morning after he ghosted on me last night and didn’t respond to my messages when we were supposed to meet up. He said ‘I know you must be pissed off that I let you down but if you knew what happened last night you’d understand.’ I... Continue Reading →

BIG DICK vs little willy

I should probably tell you that I got fucked around by a Fuckboy tonight, but I’m following my own advice for once and just letting it go and not giving a shit. If you have read my blog about the penis massacre then you would have read about Kieron, the tattooed, gym snap-chatter who aroused my... Continue Reading →

But First, Love Yourself.

I’ve just got back from the gym. I’m an absolute gym addict. I had a great body when I met my son’s Dad, Liam, but then I became a bit of a Stepford wife and developed a penchant for cooking 3 course meals for him every night. We used to smoke a lot of weed... Continue Reading →

Post Traumatic Fuckboy Disorder

I think I’m talking to a fuckboy, but I’m not sure. I think I have Post Traumatic Fuckboy Disorder (PTFD). It’s a real thing. A sectionable mental illness, I learnt about it from a meme and I think I have it. Every man I meet ends up being a Fuckboy. I ponder to myself sometimes... Continue Reading →

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