I'd been inexplicably dreading Valentine's Day. Which is strange, because I've never been a dozen roses/box of chocolates/grand sweeping romantic gestures kind of gal. Way to my heart? A bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin and a large pizza (none of that heart-shaped pizza crap, just load on the cheese and bacon!). I'm a classy woman… Continue reading Me – 1, Valentine’s Day – 0
During one particularly aggressive pinning spree of Chris Evans' biceps on my favourite social media time suck, I stumbled across the following quote: "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." - Buddha Alright, Buddha. I see… Continue reading Must I forgive? Can’t I just forget?
As per 2015 Bucket List Item #13 "Read a new book every two weeks from the library," I've been spending many a night bookworming it up in the comfort of my hermit cave. Sherry Argov's Why Men Love Bitches is not technically a new read; it's been strategically hidden behind a stack of 18th-century… Continue reading “Why Men Love Bitches” and other thoughts.