I don't know about you, but I'm no longer feeling 22. That's right folks, yesterday I turned 23 and the Taylor Swift song no longer applies. I'm a whole year older - and yeah, I actually do think I'm a bit wiser. I've been through a lot of change since my 22nd birthday. First permanent… Continue reading 22 lessons I learned as a 22-year-old
I've developed a new addiction these past couple of weeks while I've been sick with bronchitis (ain't nobody got time for dat). I'm not talking about painkillers - although that has happened before, but that's a different story for a different day. No, I'm talking about a movie that came out last year. It's called… Continue reading Why you (a fully functioning adult) need Disney to keep you sane
A key thing you should know about me before we move forward with this blog is this: I am a woman-child. No, not just in the standard millennial way, moaning about how bad life is all the time and requiring constant praise in order to function. Well, that too, for sure - but I'm also… Continue reading Why failing at adulting actually means I’m winning at life
Millennial pink is only slightly cool and only slightly adult - a bit like me.