Everyone who submitted me a birthday thing, I adore you, you are all my favourites, when I am ruling the free world you may have a city of your choosing, I’ll respond appropriate to all of you in the morning, but right now it’s one am and I’m at work at ten thirty, SO.
I got flowers for an early birthday present since my birthdays on a Sunday.
I don’t have a vase, so I had to improvise.
With half a fanta bottle.
My creativity knows no bounds.
my hair is doing something cool but i don’t want to put a shirt on: the selfie struggle
i fell into the fitness section of the internet and apparently gwyneth paltrow’s person trainer won’t let her lift anything heavier than three lbs?
what good is that to literally anybody? i’m pretty sure the average morning shit weighs more than three lbs, it’s pathetic
but mostly it makes me really glad that my own trainer understands what kind of bullshit it is that women shouldn’t lift heavy weights, he’s like YEAH LET’S DO PULL UPS AND THEN DEAD LIFT HALF YOUR BODYWEIGHT* COME ON JAY
idk, this is a pointless post i just really wanted the internet to know that gwyneth paltrow’s personal trainer is full of shit
i think my flatmate’s middle class ways are rubbing off on me
i was considering having a cheeseboard for lunch
what’s happening to me
i just read cat’s yagkyas fic
i’m never ever going to be okay again
it was highly embarassing
and now i don’t really know how to function
last night my (ginger) friend asked if i was going ginger, so i told him it was my natural colour (which it is) and he gave me this weird, considering look
and now i’m worried i’m about to be inducted into a secret society for gingers, whether i want to or not
Things I should be doing:
Things I am doing:
flatmate just asked me if i was at the proof reading stage of my essay
pffffffffft my essays have one stage and that stage is writing it
what is proof reading
what is editing
(what is decent referencing)