Today is the 16 years mark. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you either weren’t there, or you didn’t see it or you’re not old enough to remember. This doesn’t really concern you, but in a way it does. Continue reading
I got a bit grumpy the other day.
When I realised that if I had been attacked that night, I would have gotten no justice.
Let me explain. Continue reading
My walk home has been punctuated, every step, by the words ‘practical’ and ‘rational’. While staring at the floor to avoid seeing dead people. Continue reading
In the past week or so I have been learning about gall stones. The hard way.
But they may also explain my sudden inability to eat cheese. Continue reading
Those who know me, a rare few, know the kind of things I like. Those who vaguely know me know that apart from Disney, cats and theme parks I also love horror. Love it. Especially those spine chillers that start with ‘based on true events’. Oooh, spoopy. Continue reading
Ah, on call week. Where I sit watching Disney films, Netflix and play with the cats, while eating ready meals because they’re the only thing I can cook and inhale fast enough in-between calls. Also, when I write, rant and smoke too much. Continue reading
There are many secrets women keep from men, mainly for their own protection. That is basically because men don’t want to know how we get the patch at the back of our knees shaved. Now I think about it, if men knew what kind of positions we got into to shave ourselves, they’d demand kinkier sex. Continue reading