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I have absolutely no idea what we’re doing here, or what I’m doing here, or what this place is about, but I am determined to enjoy myself!
Shampoo and Conditioner smelled so much better in the 90s and I think we were all better for the experience.
A singalong session, in a theatre, with likeminded fans, of Grease 2 would heal me from the horrors of 2026.
(I will need an aisle seat and a ladder so I can fully commit to the choreography of Cool Rider).
I have so many books to read and my
“to read” pile of books is rapidly becoming an extra bedside table.
However, I really want to give the Harry Potter series a re-read.
I love them.
#WingardiumLeviosa
I might have my depressive episode Grey Tinted Glasses on but is it just me or does it feel like the world is ending?
Just had the first lot of Trick or Treaters turn up.
I loved Halloween.
A couple of bags of chocolate and kids get to have fun.
I have had a martini to blunt the sharp edges of a Monday and I have CORRECT and STRIDENT opinions.
I am contemplating sharing them.
I abhor sport.
I would like to have it removed from the nightly news.
It is cultural clutter and it should be relegated to a niche interest.
I purchased a new lint roller this afternoon.
So don’t tell me that I don’t know how to party hard.
#BadBoi4Lyf😎
It may be very suburban Mum of me but I am loving an afternoon cappuccino of late.
Now that I can find a café that stays open past 4:00pm.
It’s a nice treat that is the lube on the dildo of life.
Still quite cool, weather wise.
Glad to see that Shacket Season lives on.
That’s the beauty of Shackets.
They’re always the right choice.
#ShacketSeason
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I’m so fucking bored with this AI slop and the endless shilling for sponsors. This show has disappeared up its own arse. I used to look forward to it, now it’s just a hate watch #TheBlock
Me whenever I hear someone use the word “Biro”.
Yes, I know it’s technically correct but so is the term “culs de sac”.
I cavorted with @PureBredGay today and nary a photo nor a social media post was taken.
Just two nubile, completely brunette, lithe twinks, living in the moment.
One thing I do think the generation before the Boomers got right was calling people by their last name and only inviting them to use the first name IF they had become friends.
Imagine the cunty power of having your entire friend group call you by your first name but making that one interloper, whom you can’t stand, still call you Mr Smith or whatever your name is and you call them Mr Jones.







