I’ve written about my tattoos before, but long before I had ink on my body I was adorned with another altercation- metal.
Since I was 18, I’ve gotten piercings pretty regularly, usually on my birthday. It’s a strange little ritual that I’ve come to grow with every year, and this year was no different.
Jesus my mother is going to kill me. So someone make sure she doesn’t read this one.
I’ve decided to answer a few FAQs on piercings, based on the ones I’ve already had.
Some people are foodies. Others adore fashion. I am a bookworm. Thus far in my life, it seems this is an affliction without cure.
It’s been almost two years since the last instalment of the book club, but that in no way means I haven’t been reading in the time that’s passed. In fact, I haven’t put a book down.
I mean, it’s not like I have a job or a life or anything.
Sometimes, life is much simpler before there’s a mini version of you tagging along. Having children completely changes the way you prepare for and even take a week basking in the sun (or so I’m led to believe) and adds a few extra items to that trusty checklist before you’ve even paid for the flights.
There are three people in the world. Those who flit from relationship to relationship within weeks. Those who have had the same steady partner since they were in nappies. And then there’s my kind: those who could go a few years without a relationship.
I’ve been single for a few years, but I’ve been dating for a couple of months. In this time, and on the back of a great article I read in Cosmo once, I’ve come to realise there are a few things still misunderstood about a person who has been #foreveralone for, well, forever.
I’ve done a little travelling in my time. I’ve been across the globe, to places like Australia at the grand age of 12, and took a holiday to New York three years later. Which is why it surprises me that it took me 23 years to head to a place slightly closer. Over a weekend in July, I ticked off a travel bucket list box.