OOTD: Ninja Witch Mode Activated πŸ₯Š

Necklace : Topshop Jacket : Widow @ Dollskill … Yeah, sue me *insert eyeroll*. Actually, scrap that because I will not penalise the designers, buyers, merchandisers, models, pattern cutters, garment technologists, photographers, and factory workers who participated in the production of this item because of the stupidity of their boss. I personally have had the misfortune of working for trash people and I am very … Continue reading OOTD: Ninja Witch Mode Activated πŸ₯Š

My Right Side is Always Right πŸ’„πŸ§

Lockdown has actually been fabulous for me … indeed; it has unlocked me. Without lockdown, I wouldn’t have had the compulsion to dye my hair red (and thereby feel fiery as fuck). Without lockdown, I wouldn’t have been compelled to walk everyday at least 20k steps to keep both my booty and sanity in check. Without lockdown, I wouldn’t have been compelled to re-examine how … Continue reading My Right Side is Always Right πŸ’„πŸ§

In my Feels in My Vampy Heels πŸ‘ πŸ‘ 

I literally purchased these heels as Bozzo the Clown was announcing his latest circus freak trick : the tier 4. I am thinking that subconsciously, these may have been bought as weapons of mass destruction? Saying that, even though these are only a fiver, I would never waste an inch of them on any of the current dickwits at the governmental helms. They are too … Continue reading In my Feels in My Vampy Heels πŸ‘ πŸ‘ 

I Wanna Be a Loser πŸ˜πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ

… I have about 15kg to lose, and I will lose them! Yesterday, I went to the gym for the first time since February 2020. Do I deserve a cookie? Probably, but only the computer kind, as I am banishing evil forms of sugar from entering my body. My body is a temple; and we banish sugar Satan in these streets. It felt amazing, especially … Continue reading I Wanna Be a Loser πŸ˜πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ

Caged but Not Trapped…πŸ“Έ

… are the photos piling up on my phone’s memory card! Back when I was blogging on auto-censorship mode, I’d only post aesthetically pleasing photos that may please a potential audience. This meant that I’d waste many photos I would randomly take, and never publish them. But now, I am free, have no artificial constraints and can literally put a pic of me flipping the … Continue reading Caged but Not Trapped…πŸ“Έ

A Blast in Paris πŸ‡«πŸ‡·

As I am waiting for the Eurostar 9039 to depart towards Blighty, I am feeling  very pleased about my little allegedly evil excursion back home (eye rolling is included in this paragraph).

Sure, I did not get to take my mum out to eat at her favourite buffet.

Sure, I did not have a classic steak-frites with my dad in the heart of Saint Michel.

Sure, I did not get to see my nephews go crazy at the local soft play area whilst me and my brother just destroy crΓͺpes and coffee.

(Yeah,we like our food)

But!!

I saw all my family. We hugged, had a laugh, ate dodgy takeout and I even played the classic 90s games Worms with my bro. And I lost … Dammit!!

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Spotted : Unsanitary Insanity in the City πŸ’‰πŸ˜

This reaaaaaally looks like the kind of place I would confidently walk in to have my nose scavenged harder than a goldmine for the paltry sum of €90, and a result as fluctuating as a yo-yo dieter’s weight. And yes, this is a legit “test center” in France; and most of them are scattered opposite pharmacies. Is it perhaps to sell them the cure after … Continue reading Spotted : Unsanitary Insanity in the City πŸ’‰πŸ˜