Yo, my palms are sweaty, knees weak and my arms are heavy. Can we skip the bit about vomit on the sweater and jump straight to Mum’s spaghetti? On the surface I look calm and ready but in reality…
Oh that’s right, I’m not home within the safety of my own four walls. My words might be seen by people on the Internet. They’re permanent. A digital tattoo. If you’re reading this far in the future or in a parallel universe, welcome to the rabbit hole that is my mind. Hey is there a manual someone forgot to give me on how to make your blog kind of coherent? No. Oh dear.
As I write this, I’m listening to Johnny and June on a summer’s night with the company of a foam wedge who will be my BFF for the next 6 weeks. Get a load of this lil beauty:
Evidently,the best BFF anyone could have – am I right? (relax guys I’m still me so obviously this is drenched in heavy sarcasm!).
Anyway, I’m not really 110% sure what this blog will be except that it will be undeniably me. Lots of words and thoughts and music and people and friends and love and photography and just LIFE.
I was born ready to do this but are you?
PS: No one is safe. So watch out friends… You never know what you’re gonna get in this box of chocolates 😊