It's been awhile since I've let you all know the status of my rewrite for my first book... so here it is. Too be honest I decided to write this update because I basically needed to shift focus from my mess of a manuscript right now! Ah! I had my friend Klutzy go through the… Continue reading Writer’s Update
Who remembers that book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Josh Harris? Ah, that's right... now I can tell which of you grew up in the evangelical youth culture. I just read a blog that mentioned that book, and man it took me back... It took me back to the evangelical days of my youth in which… Continue reading Fuck it, I dated
The other day, I mentioned a guy that I had suspected was skinhead - but had no real proof other than his appearance. That memory is fuzzy, as I said, so maybe I did have more to base that assumption on that I just forgot... But regardless, it prompted another very clear memory for me.… Continue reading Bootboys
I feel like I'm missing out on something. I'm missing out on an important piece of nostalgia... I've tried to remember a few times, but it doesn't come to anything. A few days ago as I was driving my car, I had one of my youth girls in the passenger seat and she put in… Continue reading First Kisses, what am I missing?
This memory is fuzzy - as the title and featured image may suggest - but I don't think that's really the reason this memory sits far back in my mind... The details of which refuse to come forward fully. I've had flashes of memory regarding this night a few times over the past few years,… Continue reading Absolut Kurant
The day was chilly, but hardly cold. At least not in the sense that we had to wear actual jackets - but it's all relative, I guess. Swedish autumn warranted our turtle neck sweaters; mine being the rusty orange one I had bought in Copenhagen, and Maja's was striped with blues and browns. As always,… Continue reading F*ck me, I’d be lying
Maja is the only person I have actually threatened with a blog post, and actually followed through with it... I often say to my friends "Don't make me write a blog post about you!" or "This is SO going on my blog!" ...But usually, it's an empty threat; an attempt at humour, except when it… Continue reading I Don’t Know! I Was Pissed At You!
Maja and I had a good chat last night – talking about a range of things for nearly two hours, so I can’t relay the whole conversation. At least, not all together at the moment, haha. But one thing we talked about reminded me of some events during High School I thought I’d tell you… Continue reading A Disappointing Revelation ft. MAJA 😉
Good Morning, Lovelies. I finished Amy Schumer’s book “The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo” last night, and Ariel Lynn has asked me to do an actual book review – so here we go! Ms Schumer’s book is a collection of autobiographical essays that range from the expected humorous to challenging and at times… Continue reading Anywhoozle – a review of Amy Schumer’s book “The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo”
While we’re on the topic of Taylor Swift, I went back and perused my posts from February 2015 – when I started this blog – and came across one of the first posts I had written that was also a I-have-a-girl-crush-on-Taylor kind of post. What I had done is compiled and mashed up several of… Continue reading Taylor Swift Gets Me : Reprise
Just got a new review on Amazon - a 4 star this time - not too shabby 🙂 But the thing that stuck out to me is that the reviewer said it was a library book... What?! SWEET! My book is in a library in Oklahoma City apparently 🙂 That's kinda cool. It's the little… Continue reading Sweet!
Huh. My nose is numb… and my lips… aaaand my fingers. This is a strange sensation, I think to myself. I stumble slightly as I set down my glass of Vodka on the coffee table and decide to take a seat on the couch. I just need to sit for a moment, I think… No,… Continue reading This is a Strange Sensation
Ha. Coach read my last post and made a comment to me about having made the right decision to have a woman take over running the female-only class – because he can’t /doesn’t want to be involved with girl talk. LOL I told him if he needs to cover the class another time I promised… Continue reading Hanging with the boys
I was certain I was going to take a break from blogging for a few days at least... Maybe a week... I've written quite a lot recently, and I don't want to burn out and write non-quality stuff... and to be honest, I'm not entirely pleased with my last post... meh. Could have been better.… Continue reading Maja, älskling
So get this, I'm not sure if I've previously made it clear on the blog that I live in a small town in Central Australia. I've been here a few years, but I also used to live here as a child. When I moved back, there was a certain level of expectation that I would… Continue reading The next year I changed
January 2015, I looked Wyatt back up on facebook and sent him a private message with a letter attached. I decided that it was finally time to disagree with him. Last we had spoken, he didn't recall a bad break up. He said he still loved me. He didn't appear to acknowledge any issue with… Continue reading Equal parts puke and pride
I struggle between wanting to be the open and honest mother - no pussy footing around - that I would like to be with my children vs wanting to shield them from the scary truths. I don't want my kids to be overly sheltered ... I also don't want to fade out as a person… Continue reading The Scandal of it all
I was talking to Maja about old movies tonight. I mentioned an '80s movie I watched after a long time last night - and how horrified I was at one part. I always expect '80s movies to get away with so much more than movies do today, yet this one part just... no. I'll write… Continue reading Fear
I'll get back to writing about my surgery later - I have a few things I want to record, such as my tactile hallucinations and what it was like to actually go under... but first I have another topic on my mind that I wanted to write about before I lose the inspiration. So I… Continue reading A Numbers Game
Sometimes I forget that people might get taken aback when I am frank about my personal life. I've never worried much about "airing the family's dirty laundry" as my parents called it. I would get scolded once in awhile for saying things that were supposedly our family figurative undergarments; but even now it was never… Continue reading Airing my dirty laundry