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.
Lesbian bed death is an actual thing, people deny it and say it doesn’t exist, but it does.
Like the hot guy from Queer Eye said in one episode, “food is medicine” – sure, this quinoa and avocado skinny salad may make me feel smug, but rubbing this deep-fried chocolate doughnut over my body before shoving it in my mouth is going to shut my depression up for AT LEAST 5 minutes.
The darkness was proper in me tonight, and no I don’t mean that 00’s rock band who believed in a thing called love.
I don’t like to boast but I did a 10k run for charity this morning, and what did you do?
Yes, I had 3 large bottles of lager, 3 wines, loads of fags and a burger and chips AFTER I’d already had my dinner…