Cutie- Bae thought she had it all figured out writing to your 15-year-old self a couple of years back (feels like 90000 years ago/just yesterday, you know them ones??).
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Sitting down writing this one out, I wasn’t exactly sure how you managed to condense the last letter into a short-and-sweet 5 tips.
Then I realised there’s not a lot you need to know when you’re fifteen besides “OMG STOP IT YOUR BOOBS WILL GROW ITS FINE YOUR LIFE ISNT OVER”.
So I totally get it.
I did do my best here to smoosh these tips into as few as possible, but… LOL.
Buckle your booty up, sister-friend, do yourself a favour and go buy a helmet, knee and elbow pads. Ya’ll gonna need it!
Continue reading “Letters to my 20-year-old self.”
I love it when people start blogs. When people send me their rough drafts to read, ask my opinion on a post of theirs or even include me in the brain-storming of their new blog.
LUURRRVVEEE it allllll.
I love Blogging because it is a cute webpage-world where I get to talk about whatever I want with a bunch of the coolest people in town (loooveeee you guysssssss!!).
Some of the posts are important, some aren’t.
Most make zero sense and have a thousand typos and some I’ve posted, deleted and then
But, real life styles (with a z), just like anything, where there is a perfect dream world of great content and hilarious posts & every joke hitting a Home Run (ba-boom chhhhh!!), there are also the sticky things that get in the way of blogging and make this magical, hilarious blog world seem a little like dragging your tired, uninspired butt up-hill.
I think it is important to acknowledge that in any creative thang we have going on, it isn’t rainbows and butterflies all time.
Continue reading “Silver Linings”
As I look around the empty skeletal apartment that has been the last year of my life, I notice how truly, unrecognizably empty the shell of my surroundings are. After a mere 2 days, there is not one shred of evidence left of a year filled with laughter, tears, frustrations, friendships, goals achieved, moments of let-downs and absolute, always-and-forever-abundant love.
The biggest lesson I face every single year since leaving home is the questioning of precisely that, home.
Continue reading “Bye Bye Bosisto”
One day I totally just woke up in the kitchen sayin’ “How the Hell did this Sh- happen? Oh Baby”.
But no where near in the same way that Queen Bey did.
Continue reading “Learning to Fail.”
Firstly, I’mma start you off with a question, this time.
Mixing it up on you guys, keeping you on your toes, nah mean?! 😉
What is ‘normal’?
I’m not talking about what it means in the dictionary called Oxford, I’m talking about what it means in the dictionary called Your Brain.
Continue reading “The New Normal.”