I don’t know America, I’ve only been there once. But with everything going on, it’s way down my list, and I’m terrified. Why aren’t you?
Birds and other things that are totally the worst.
I’ll spend the minutes before I fall asleep at night, reliving every excruciatingly awkward social interaction I’ve ever had. These are some of my favourites.
This is not another blog about love and I am not Bridget Jones. The choices I’ve made in the last few years have been very deliberate choices to make sure I remain alone.