The past is a place of reference; not residence (deep).

Those that know me, or read my blog know that I am partial to combining some of my sass and humor into my writing, thats just me, but recently the┬ápast been catching up with me and by Gosh is it irritating. I find the phrase 'new year, new me' eye wateringly cringe worthy, but the... Continue Reading →

Life is like a box of chocolates – all sweet until someone gets coffee (ew)

Let me first just start this by telling you how long this post is taking me - firstly I am using my boyfriends Mac when I am one of those people still trapped in the 90`s when it comes to technology and 2 - his keyboard is set up in Swiss German format, to give... Continue Reading →

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