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 →

Trust The Timing

If you read the last blog then you’ll know that I was giddy with excitement over a man who I was talking to. We had spoken for a while on Instagram but when we swapped over to what’s app we went into a full blown ‘cannot get enough of talking to each other’ zone and... 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 →

Fuck off Corey

OK, so this just happened. If you follow my Instagram and have read my previous blogs (If you haven’t then read Blown Away and I never make the same mistake twice first because this will make more sense to you if you have read those) then you will know about Corey, the guy who I... Continue Reading →

My First Love – PART 1

I watched Grease with my little boy the other day and it actually dawned on me that it probably fucked up my whole life. When I was a little girl I watched Grease relentlessly with my sister. We would watch it approximately 12 times in a row every single day. As soon as it finished... Continue Reading →

It Goes Down In The DMs

  I received this message in my DMs today but I didn't have a chance to accept the message before the girl deleted it and blocked me. The message surprised me so I took a screenshot to share with my friend. I wanted to respond to that message so badly but she didn’t give me... 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 →

Bad Dates Make Good Stories

I hate online dating. I’m currently boycotting it for the 89th time because it’s quite simply soul destroying. I started my treacherous journey into the world of online dating on Plenty of Fish (POF). Plenty of Fish is full of freaks and criminals. I’ve often wondered if they’re using it as part of some prison... Continue Reading →

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