No soup for us, no pasta for us, no ticket for us, no smile for us, no wine for us, no straight candles for us.
I got a new coat and obviously look amazing in it.
It’s like a fun mystery game: read the facts and then cast your vote for the most likely source of B’s food poisoning!
Just, you know, a link to my review and another playlist to send you home.
People like lists, right? And reviews of posh brunch spots? Well, this is like that but shitty. A list of shitty shitty things I ride by every day!
Sigh – oh to be consumptive! Just, you know, daydreaming about contracting my favourite disease.
A reflection on birthdays past that is uncharacteristically positive and optimistic.
In which I kick off our art history journey with Sister Wendy, as promised. BAM!
O the daily tragedies and soul snatching things one must endure when working!
In which I take scarce historical facts, personally read into them, and pass off my interpretation as truth. Also in which I continue to apply Game of Thrones characters to historical figures. Oh, and True Blood vampires. Do I watch too much HBO? Wine!
Somebody loooooooooooves me! And we say hello to Sister Wendy for the very first time.
This is a special announcement: keep your shoes on or I will CUT YOU.
Join me in taking a brief look (look at him!!) at Aidan Turner topless… errrrrr, I mean, a brief look at the upcoming premiere of Poldark on BBC1.
My sliiiiiiiiiiiightly overdramatic reaction to being hot as hell and forced to participate in physical activities.
Meet Jane Eyre (a sweet angel sent down from heaven to grace us mere mortals with her presence) and her brother Edward Fairfax Rochester (a tyrannical pig dressed in a cat suit).
Frizzy hair, don’t care! Actually I do care and wrote an entire blog post about it.