Things I've Realised...

… boys have radar which they use to make us feel as uncomfortable and frustrated as possible. Like the times you’re enjoying an evening in with your big underwear on catching up on New Girl and they text you around midnight wanting to know if you want to hang out. Seriously, hang out. Why not just say you want a little something something. Because if it’s not clear, they’ll show up expecting sexy time and you’re still taking off the toothpaste from the zits you want to eliminate. This radar also extends to the time when you decide you’re over them, their nonsense and their lack of calls. You make a resolution to delete their number and move on. Less than a minute later, guess who’s interested again.

Stupid boys.

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Beauty Blog Love

I know I’m not the only one out there like this. You love beauty products but you’re anxious to try something new out without some solid backing. Or perhaps the costs of some these miracle creams make your eyes go wide and you’re hesitant to drop those gs. If you had the means and the ability to throw caution to the wind, you’d be a beauty product whore. But really you’re just a tease.

If you’re like that at all or if you just enjoy doing a little bit of beauty reading, I’ve found a solution. Below are three blogs which all specialise in beauty reviews, launches and trends. Basically these girls are the full-on sluts and allow use to indulge our fetishes from the sidelines.

Style Scoop – Okay I’m a little biased because I write for them but when it comes to beauty reviews Dimi is the business. Honest, easy-to-read reviews like hearing them from a bestie.

Lipgloss Is My Life – the funniest beauty blog I’ve come across. There are also some great fashion posts.

Lipgloss Kisses – a newish find but love the reviews and has opened my eyes to a world of new products.

Enjoy!
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PostSecret Of The Week

It's kinda embarrassing to admit I have worried about where I sit on planes. But then again I did have a crazy obsession with Lost.

Glad to know I'm not the only one.

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Januworry

So my Facebook timeline is currently filled with people complaining about having crackers and cheese for lunch and being dead broke. Normally I’d join. But considering I’m usually broke the day after my salary is deposited and all those debit orders go off my bank account I’m used to this feeling.

What I don’t like about January is that this has been such a crappy month. Never mind the laughable bank account I have been messed around by a boy, broke down with my own car, got into an accident with my brother’s car and been very sick. So apart from my birthday which was awesome, this month has been kinda shitty.

Now I’ve always been a fan of a good rant and moaning session but this time I’m taking the more grown-up route. Besides I cried enough when I was stuck on the side of the road waiting for my dad and the tow-truck. Considering I can’t do anything about all those crappy things I’m looking to the future and as it’s the last week of January, it’s already looking better. Also I’ll be getting paid soon so I can buy some more shoes, which always helps.

So join me as I bid adieu to January. See ya Bitch!

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Easier Said Than Done

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This Year...

...I'm trying to be positive and not complain as much. So as much as I'd like to go on about my horrible skin, hair that doesn't seem to do much despite spending all my money on Redken and constantly having moolah troubles I've decided to rather do things that bring a smile to my face.

So last night I popped in some old Sex and the City, got some frozen yoghurt from Myög and went to a happy place. Sometimes it can make a world of difference.


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Eeeeekkkk...

I've just turned 25.

The bad bits:

It's freakin' me out. Suddenly it dawned on me that in another five years I'll be 30.

According to Facebook, I in the minority when it comes to husbands and babies.

It feels like I haven't done anything substantial with my life.

I'm so old.

The good bits:

I've had a fabulous day so far and it's only lunchtime.

I've been spoilt rotten by family, friends and my work peeps.

The year is just begun and I can feel it's going to be a good one.

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Merry Christmas

Last day of work and Christmas Eve Eve, means I'll be logging off for a while.

If you're celebrating Christmas, hope you have a merry one filled with family, good food and lots of cheer. If not, hope you're just enjoying the season.

Merry Christmas!

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My Christmas Wishlist Part Five

My Christmas Wishlist – It’s like Oprah’s Favourite Things. Except there are no freebies under your seat, no screaming middle-age women and no one shouting “You get a car! You get a car!”

Dear Santa

If you fail on all the other stuff, please please work on this one.


Much love
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My Christmas Wishlist Part Four

My Christmas Wishlist – It’s like Oprah’s Favourite Things. Except there are no freebies under your seat, no screaming middle-age women and no one shouting “You get a car! You get a car!”

I can try and think of ways to motivate why underwear is on my wishlist. But I realised I don't have to. For those not keen on the commando vibe, it's a necessity. If you are blessed on the upper body, you definitely need some good support. And if you're into pretty things then you have all the motivation you need.



Although there's not a permanent fixture warming up the other side of my bed I still believe in buying sexy knickers. Matching items also make insanely happy. I think that's the great thing about underwear; wearing some pretty pieces can make you feel instantly better. And if you have someone to stare in awe (like only boys can do) it's just an added bonus.


Santa, please make your way to Edgars or Stuttafords and pick me up some After Eden lovelies. I want to feel sexy and make boys gape. To help you out I've picked out my absolute favourites.
Thanks buddy! Owe you one.



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