Cos why the hell not. Dedicated to everyone's favourite healthy food they secretly hate: AVOCADO.

It's not breaking news that mental health goes nuts at Christmas. Seasonal affective disorder. Excessive drinking. Stressful present buying. Awkward family obligation. On top of your original diagnosis,

Gotta end the webcam saga on a good old list don't I? Oh, if you haven't read my last post I just posted, my camming life is over. So here are three things I WILL and three things I WON'T miss: I WILL

(I love my new hair as much as I love filters that turn me yellow... I like yellow.. anyway. Serious post) It has been 10ish days since my last confession... So, my laptop broke, which sucked. That was

You never ask.. Well I have two: Sue Townsend. She created Adrian Mole; my hands down favourite character ever. I've read nearly everything shes ever published. To me, she's an inspiration. I remember

This is a post in tribute to every laptop I've ever owned that I didn't look after properly. My first; a big bulky thing, swarming with viruses, probably because I grew up in the Limewire era. My second;

Sex work horror stories. Or, I should probably just rebrand this as the weird AF requests I get. I was gonna write about something else, but then this pops up, and it's so different to anything I've

France? Chile? California? Australia? South Africa? I personally prefer my wine a bit more mysterious. A fine vintage. God bless Lidl

When I was in highschool I got bullied pretty badly: ugly, shy, ginger, spotty, flat chested, weird, whatever. Some people might say it was a long time ago, some might agree that ideas put in your head

I'm gonna backtrack into what my blog was originally sposed to be about when I first started writing it. Insider info on sexwork. I know people don't come to Steemit for this kind of advice (hello Google)

But I'm sure as hell not a charity. Joys of camming #1: Meet decent folk. Woes of camming #1: That nice personality you got opens doors to decent folk with multitudes of mental health problems. Ugh.. the

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So I left my last post.. leaving Berlin. To go to Copenhagen. For anyone that doesn't know, it's well far. You need to get a ferry there. I didn't know that. We'd had a mad night and I hadn't slept.. not

Now if you read my life of crime post not so long ago, you're up to date with why I ended up going on a semi-holiday to Europe. BF needed his passport, and my attempts to smuggle it to him via courier

I really wonder things like.. Am I as funny as I think I am? I have a weird past and present.. does that mean I'm a free for all? Am I settling cos I'm scared of life? I think I'd be alright alone

Fuck my paranoid tendencies to over exaggerate.. there is a war going on on my street. Something that is so mind-blowingly-passive-aggressive-wannabe-middle-class-bullshit. Fucking. Parking. Spaces. I

So my very best friend is going through a tough time as of late, and our 7th anniversary is coming up (we know we're a bit weird) and I have an idea for a pressie that will cheer her up. It involves a

OF THE BED. If karma's real.. I get it.