It’s almost 11 am and I am sitting in the car, in beautiful Bulimba waiting for my friend Danni. She is stuck in traffic, and so I find myself with forty minutes to kill. What to do? What to do? Continue reading →
I hate being guilt tripped or shamed into doing things.
I hate going to a shopping centre to find down the middle isle either the sea salt people, who are constantly shaming me into buying bulk quantities of moisturizer Continue reading →