You know those people who are all wanky and go to Bali to practice meditation and wellness and stuff. Well, I did that for my 30th birthday and it was bloody smashing.
They're not together anymore but I like to remind them of that happy day when they decided to get married and eventually have my brother (a mistake) and me (a blessing)
The Coronvirus has cancelled our wedding. This week I have found myself at a new low that Jenna from a couple of week’s ago had no idea existed.
Obviously being a lesbian is the best thing a woman can be, but sometimes I dream of being straight.
I can’t quite believe that you asked me to have sex with you all those years ago.
The 2nd question I ask myself before going to a new country (after “can I afford it?”) is “Is it ok to be a big fat lesbian there?”
Does anyone else find it difficult to control themselves when they find out that someone close to them is a massive Tory?
In my 20’s I took 0 risks, hardly went out, turned my strengths into weaknesses and ate a lot of dough.