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  • The Joy of Cargo Pants

    Despite the triteness of the assertion, I’m finding that it’s hard to change anything these days. Change the bedding, change the bins, and change an outfit – no thank you. I’m getting to the point of just avoiding it all, and running naked into the hills with nothing but a face mask and my iPhone.…

  • An Open Letter To Job Applications

    Is there anything in this world more demoralising that online job applications? I mean seriously, you do want people to apply for your jobs and feel excited about the position, right? Then how come I’ve spent an hour and a half spiralling from trying to complete an online application which should, let’s be honest, be…

  • An Unforgivable Photograph / Lament for Selfies Past

    I’m coming to you live from the living room floor. I have a relaxing, jazz video on the TV via Youtube, a recently completed white wash hung up in all directions, and a 4 foot Christmas tree standing sloppily on my coffee table. And I’ve just been crying for ten minutes about a picture that…

  • The Reluctant Poet

    I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I’m not sure why I started this in the first place. A very close and very loved friend of mine once asked me, “does the writing make you feel better?” And I answered no. It doesn’t make me feel lighter, it has no catharsis, in fact…

  • Ripe For The Picking

    So I recently redownloaded tinder against all of my better judgement, and I’m not enjoying it. Not only do I feel like a massive cow rejecting people based on their looks and poorly written bios, but I feel like a massive cow because all of these people are exponentially more attractive than me. It doesn’t…

  • Late Twenties Panic Syndrome

    This week I turned twenty seven, and it was just like every other. Has anybody ever really felt another year older because the clock struck twelve? I detest anybody that says they do, or that they felt grown up. Turning twenty five was one of those moments for me, I “felt” different, more serious. I…

  • The Time When I Felt Nothing, And Everything

    I’m not usually one of those people that thinks of their lives in stages, or eras, I usually try not to think about it like that at all. Rather, one endless and meandering journey that is way more boring and lacking any striking visual than most costly nature walks. Unless you consider me sprawled across…

  • Baby David: And How I Miss Him

    Now, this is not going to come as a surprise to anybody who knows me in reality, but I feel pretty bad for myself. I’m a big fan of carrying my very own personal crucifix up the hill, and yes before you ask, I do think my problems are bigger than yours. Miserable, home-owning baby…

  • Sunday Guilt: Insight Into Regretful Laxity

    There are a lot of things that I dread about Monday, one of them is waking up and yet I still manage to do so. For a start there’s the weekend emails, where people have emailed you four times in a three hour period because you haven’t replied despite the fact that you don’t work…