I find the term ‘old friend’ interesting, because it can be open to interpretation – is my friend just an old person? Or is the friendship itself old? In this case anyway it is simply the friendship, unless you consider 23 an old person.
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I went to South Africa… then I went to the cinema
You know I haven’t logged into my post editor in a while when I simply type ‘blog’ into my google search bar and expect it to appear. Suppose the main reason I haven’t logged on is that I went on a holiday, back to South Africa with family, which was amazing. But I’m sure you could guess that.
Having the same revelation every year
I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I have fulfilling ways to spend my time, but there are always those in between moments of quiet that I haven’t quite settled myself with. I’ve written about those a lot here – I call them the ‘in between spaces’ of life.
I’m writing a romance
Currently we’re sitting at about 20,000 words, a decent count for just over a month’s work.
Lets get a lil angry about Misogyny
Once I entered into the corporate workforce, woof, it didn’t get much better. And trust, most men these days are fine, not perfect but fine. But some. Some? They can kiss my balls, my big fat female balls, which is exactly what they deserve.
Why do we place intellectual importance on sadness?
My current romance project has me thinking, why did I lean so heavily into my stories of grief and loss? Of pain and trials? Certainly, it makes for a good story simply because of the conflict that comes of that, but it was something more. I was working under the assumption that a sad story is a good story.
Girl, I’m watching too much Drag Race
Is there such a thing? Is it really a problem that I know think in terms of ‘paint’, ‘death drops’ and ‘tucks’? I know it ain’t a problem that I am feeling all the sass that comes with it. I actually finger snapped at my partner yesterday.
The Milestone Trap
I think that after all this time I still come to think of my life as hitting ‘milestones.’
Moved in together. Tick. Got a cat. Tick. Full time corporate job. Tick. And now, Degree. Tick.
I asked for a raise
Lets put it in perspective that I also asked for a 20% increase. That’s a lot. In my brain its too far a jump. Its ridiculous. But I asked for it – why?
Someone, please draw on my skin with needles
In other words, I’m dying for a tattoo.
Shell Spotted 